“You want me to hold her while you get everything?” His question has every thought floating around in my head scattering. “Only if you want to.”
I glance down at Gwen, who blinks her eyes open and looks into the sky. The sunlight making her bright blue eyes shine even brighter. I’ve barely let go of her since she was born. Even my parents haven’t held her much, but Ryder is her father. I can’t refuse him to hold his child.
“Okay.” I nod, taking a step toward him. “You just need to make sure her head is secure. She can’t hold up her neck yet.”
“Got it, let her head wobble around.” He smirks.
I know he is only joking, but the anxiety in my gut only expands as I gently place her into his waiting arms.
He cradles her tiny body against his broad chest, her head securely placed in the crook of his arm. She seems so small in his hold, but something else too… protected. She looks like she belongs in his embrace.
Ryder gapes at Gwen in adoration, like she already has him wrapped around her little finger.
Slowly, my worries seep away as another feeling replaces them.
Love.