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Nate
“She’s perfect, Aspen. Just perfect.” I was near tears, my voice barely coming out, but I’d never been happier. I had sunk into my hotel room’s bedroom chair as soon as I got back to the room.
I hadn’t fought the tears earlier in the room. Nova kept wiping them from my face.
Her little face puckered up as she grabbed both of my cheeks, then a babble came out.
Quincey started laughing, but she was sniffling, too. She wiped her nose and flicked her own tear away, translating, “She asked if you’re unhappy.”
My heart pierced again, but in a good way. I smiled, letting it blind my little angel, and she started smiling and giggling with me. “No, baby girl. I’m very, very happy.” My voice was a whisper by then, but more tears came, and Nova got all serious. She held my face and shif
