Xavier's pov
Emily was quite cheerful as she wandered among the Sephora stands, trying on every single product and coloring her hands and arms more and more.
The visit with the OBGYN had gone well: the huge smile that had grown on Em's face as soon as she'd seen her child had warmed my heart, leaving me hopeful for the future and amazed by her incredible strength. Not everyone could love so much a child born out of repeated assaults and be able to tell the child from the father. Still, Emily was not an ordinary woman, and love was her greatest strength and distinctive trait.
After the visit, I had taken her to the local mall, so that we could both relax a little and finally buy all the things she needed: the clothes I had her closet filled which before her arrival weren't many, and not
