Page 138 of Falling in Love with Two

She leaves us alone, and Dylan picks up our baby girl and hands her to me. She’s so little.

With her in my arms, I look down at her cute little face.

She looks back at me with her big brown eyes that match Dylan’s. In fact, she looks a lot like him. Brown eyes. Dark hair. Cute little cheeks that I’m sure will have his dimples.

Dylan looks at his phone. “Oh shit.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I texted Mom before you went into surgery and forgot to let her know what was going on. She’s in the waiting room.”

“Go talk to her. We’ll be okay.”

“I’ll be right back.” He practically jogs out of the room.

I look down once again. “That’s your dad. He’s kind of like a giant golden retriever, but he will be your biggest cheerleader. He will love you just like he loves me.”

I stare at her as she makes cute little noises. “You gave your daddy and me quite the scare. You were ready to come into the world, and you weren’t taking no for an answer. You’re going to be hard headed just like your momma.”

Eight months of agony led up to this moment. And it was one-hundred percent worth it. Looking down at her, I realize that I would do anything for her. I would burn down the world for her.

I’m still not entirely sure what I’m doing as a mom, but seeing her face makes me know that I’ll do whatever I can to figure it out.

The thought that something bad could have happened, and I wouldn’t have this moment makes my eyes fill with tears. “I love you, kid. I guess you’re going to need a name, huh? What do you think your name should be?”

Dylan walks back in a few minutes later, and he’s alone.

“Where’s your mom?” I ask.

“She and Michelle went to go do a couple of things. I told them we were good, and the baby is fine. They said they’ll give us a few hours to ourselves and will come back in the morning.”

“Oh, okay. Do you want to hold her?”

“Are you ready to give her up?”

“No.” I laugh. “She’s just too cute.”

He slides onto the bed next to me and puts his arm around me. “How about I hold you, and you hold her?”

“Perfect.”

“Have you thought of any names yet?”

“I’m not sure,” I reply.

“What do you think she looks like?”

I look up at him. “I think she looks like you. But the name Dylan is already taken. What goes well with the last name Lawson?”

“You want to give her my last name?” He asks.

I shrug. “Might as well. It might be my last name one day too.”

“First, you have my baby, and now, you are saying that one day, you’ll marry me? Man, you have made me so fucking happy today.” He grins.

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s figure out this baby name. Hmm.” I think. “How about L names?”

“Lacey? Lois? Layla? Luna?”

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