We all sneak into the bedroom like we’re ninjas, exchanging happy grins as we quietly move across the room and look down at Lacey.
The little angel is sleeping soundly, her chest rising and falling, and yes… I know it doesn’t make sense. I know newborns aren’t meant to be able to.
But I’m sure of it.
She’s smiling like she can hardly believe it either. Like she’s as thankful as we all are for this life we’ve built.
“Love you, little Lacey,” Cecilia murmurs, as Jaxon lowers her down for a kiss.