I shrugged. “I don’t care. What do you want to name her?” I asked, not taking my eyes off of my beautiful, baby girl.
“Hayley,” he said softly. “I want her name to be Hayley.”
“Hayley,” I said. I smiled at him. “Hayley June Louis.”
Cole and I had gotten married a couple of months ago. He had wasted no time in asking me to marry him and no time in binding me to him by giving me his last name. Not that I minded it; it was nice officially being Cole’s.
He nodded at me. “It suits her.” He kissed me. “You know we’re going to have to take her when we visit Mom and Dad at the prison. They’ll want to see her.”
I nodded. “I know.” My heart panged at the thought of my mom. She died two days after my wedding. She had been beaten to death while in prison. I hated that I had never let her apologize to me, nor had I forgiven her before she died.
Cole grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him. “Don’t think about her,” he said softly. “She knows you loved her.”
I sighed and looked back down at Hayley. I rubbed her soft cheek and smiled softly. “I promise I’ll be ten times better to you than she was to me,” I whispered to her.
Her little mouth opened in a yawn as she opened her big, blue eyes. I grinned. “Well, hello there, gorgeous,” I murmured.
She looked a lot like Cole. Cole and I had looked at some baby pictures of us so we could determine who she looked more like when I actually had her. She definitely looked like Cole. There were certain parts of her that were definitely from me, but Cole’s features stood out on her the most.
“She looks like you,” I told him.
He grinned at me. “Oh, I know,” he said cockily, grinning.
I rolled my eyes at him. I looked back down at Hayley, and Cole wrapped his arms around me. “I love you,” he whispered in my ear.
I turned my head so I could kiss him softly. “I love you, too,” I murmured against his lips.