EPILOGUE
CONNOR
ONE YEAR LATER
“I couldn’t think of a better way to celebrate our first wedding anniversary than having our baby girl,” I say, gazing down at my wife.
“I agree.” Elle beams as she holds Elisa Rose to her chest—all seven pounds of her. She has a full head of hair and chubby cheeks. “She looks so much like Olivia.”
“And you. Apparently, all I did was carry her for nine months and push her out for two hours,” she states.
The playful bitterness in her tone makes me snort. “Babies change every day, so don’t stress. Plus, you did incredible. I still can’t believe what I witnessed.”
“Trust me, it happened.” She grunts.
“And I have claw marks on my arms to prove it,” I tease but regardless, watching my wife give birth was an experience. Elle was so strong and adamantly refu
