Anders sits on the bench, holding our new baby. His hair has fallen over his face, so I’m shocked when he looks up at me, his eyes full of tears.
“Thank you, Ost Minn,” he tells me, his voice a little unsteady. “She’s perfect. And she’s ours.”
I can’t help but smile at this man who loves me so deeply. “Ours.”
“I know this will be hard, but she will be worth it,” he tells me.
I sit next to him, reaching my hand over to touch her cheek as she sleeps in his arms. “Clearly she feels as safe in your arms as I do. I love you.”
“I love you, too. She’s perfect.”
“She doesn’t have a name,” I tell him with a small giggle.
He nods, looking back at her. “She needs the most perfect name.”
“A perfect name for a perfect girl,” I tell him. “I’m going to go try to catch something to fix fo
