(This is my trigger warning. This chapter is not for those that are sensitive to loss.)
Jena
"Good morning, Angel." My heart stops, my chest closing in at that nick name.
Her smile is so bright, her blue eyes sparkling as she giggles. She has her father's eyes. That light blue that pulls you in, begs you to look into it and never look away. She has my light hair, at least for now. I was told that her hair might still get darker, but I really wouldn't mind, because she is the best part I have of him. At seven months, she has gotten her own personality, her own likes and dislikes. She smiles often, as if she knows I need those smiles every day to survive this hell I have been thrown into. Seeing her smile, it takes away some of the pain, but not all. I am not sure I will ever be able to
