Page 61 of Justice

I wake up hours later,feeling much more refreshed. In the distance, I can hear hushed voices coming from the front of the room. The lights have been dimmed.

I turn my head over to see if I can see my baby and she’s in my dad’s arms in the rocking chair. My heart melts at the sight of my father cradling Miracle in his arms. He's gently rocking back and forth, murmuring softly to her.

I shift slightly in the bed, trying to get a better view. The movement catches my dad's attention, and he looks up, a smile spreading across his face when he sees I'm awake.

"Hey there, Sleeping Beauty," he says softly, careful not to disturb the sleeping baby in his arms. "How are you feeling?"

"Tired, sore, but happy," I reply, my voice still a bit hoarse. "Is she okay? Has she been fussing?"

Dad shakes his head. "She's been a little angel. Barely made a peep since Christopher put her in my arms." He looks down at Miracle with pure adoration. "She's got a strong grip, this one. Just like her mama."

I can't help but smile at that. "Where is Christopher? And Mom and Amelia?" I ask, glancing around the dimly lit room.

"Your mom and Amelia went to get some coffee and freshen up a bit. Christopher just stepped out to update the club. They've been blowing up his phone nonstop, wanting to know how you and the baby are doing."

As if on cue, Christopher quietly enters the room, his eyes immediately finding mine. A soft smile plays on his lips as he approaches the bed, leaning down to press a gentle kiss on my forehead.

"How are my girls doing?" he asks, his voice low and filled with affection.

"We're good," I reply, reaching up to cup his cheek. "Dad's been taking good care of Miracle while I rested."

Christopher glances over at my father, a look of gratitude and respect passing between them. "Thank you for being here, for everything," he says sincerely.

Dad nods, carefully standing up from the rocking chair with Miracle still nestled in his arms. "Anytime, son. That's what family is for." He walks over to the bed and gently places Miracle in my waiting arms.

As I cradle my daughter close, I'm struck once again by the overwhelming love I feel for this tiny being. Her rosebud lips pucker slightly as she sleeps, her dark lashes resting against her soft cheeks. I trace a finger along her delicate features, marveling at the perfection of each one.

Christopher settles on the bed beside me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders as we both gaze down at our little miracle.

The door opens and Lane walks in with Amelia carrying bags of food. “Has your dad held her yet?” I ask.

I lift the small bundle, bringing her up to my face and breathing in her scent, pressing a kiss to her small little cheek.

“Hi, Grandpa.” I smile at Lane, his eyes on Miracle. “Want to hold her before we feed her?”

He sets the bags down on the small table and I lift her for him. He takes her expertly, holding her to his chest.

Christopher climbs into the bed with me, making sure to be careful. I lean my head on his shoulder, watching as Lane falls in love with our baby.

The tiny bundle fits perfectly in his arms, her little hand grasping at the fabric of his shirt. He gently rocks her, a soft smile playing on his lips as he gazes down at his granddaughter.

"She's absolutely perfect," Lane whispers, his voice thick with emotion. "I can't believe I'm holding my grandbaby."

Amelia stands beside him, her hand resting on his shoulder. "She's going to have you wrapped around her little finger in no time," she teases, her eyes glistening with unshed tears of happiness.

I leaned farther into Christopher, reveling in the comfort. Watching our parents bond with Miracle fills my heart with an indescribable sense of love and contentment.

As if sensing the attention, Miracle begins to stir, her little face scrunching up as she lets out a soft whimper. Lane looks up, a hint of panic in his eyes. "I think someone's getting hungry," he says, carefully making his way over to the bed to hand Miracle back to me.

I laugh softly. My mom’s over to my side. “Did you decide if you want to breastfeed or bottle feed? There is no wrong or right way,” she reminds me, because I was seriously stressing over what to do from all the articles I read online.

“I think I’m going to try breastfeeding first to see if it's something I can do.”

My dad and Lane look at each other in horror then slip out of the room in a hurry. I look at my mom and Amelia who burst out laughing. “Well, we know how to clear the room.”

“We both breastfed our babies, so we can help you if you want,” Mom reminds me.

Christopher cringes. “Even you, son.” Amelia notices the look on his face, and I laugh so hard tears fall from my eyes.

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