Page 199 of Need You To Choose Me

I cover her hand with mine and just stare at the tiny body pressed against Savannah, taking her in.

The frown between her pale brows. A little patch of mussed hair. Those small, pursed lips. Her little hands with ten of the tiniest fingers.

Then she opens her eyes, and I’m a goner.

Completely and utterly gone for this little girl.

“She’s perfect, Sav,” I croak out, blinking the blurriness from my gaze. “So fucking perfect, just like her mom.”

Savannah lets out a strangled laugh. “I’m far from perfect.”

I shift my attention to her. “You’re always perfect to me.”

She bites into her lower lip, her throat bobbing. Before she can say anything, the nurse joins us.

“Let me get her so that we can clean her up.”

My hand tightens around Savannah and the baby, and the nurse doesn’t miss the motion. She gives me a reassuring smile. “Just for a little bit. I’ll get her back to you in no time. Don’t worry, Dad.”

“Highly unlikely,” I mutter under my breath.

Still, I force myself to pull my hand back, so she can take the baby, my gaze not leaving her as she maneuvers my daughter into her arms.

Savannah pokes me in the chest, drawing my attention. “You know she’s been doing this for a while, right?”

I look down at her, amusement dancing in her irises. “Well, she’s handling precious cargo.” I cup her face, my thumb skimming over her cheek. “Thank you.”

“What for?”

“For this. For bringing our little girl into this world. For allowing me to be here with you so we can share this moment. I honestly didn’t think it was possible to love you more than I already did, but I was wrong. So fucking wrong. I love you, Savannah. I love you both so freaking much it hurts.”

“Blake…” She shakes her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I love you too.”

“I know, baby.” I brush the tears away gently before I lean down and press my mouth against hers. “I know.”

SAVANNAH

“She’s so tiny,” I whisper, my finger tracing over my daughter’s small hand, all the way to the tips of her fingers. “How is it possible that she’s so small, and yet it feels like my whole universe has been altered?”

It felt surreal.

I have a daughter.

For so long, I wanted somebody of my own, and now she was here.

A little baby girl with a patch of blonde curls on her head, hiding behind the tiniest pink hat and the darkest blue eyes imaginable. The nurse said they’ll lighten with time. Would they be blue like mine or gray like all the Walker boys? Or maybe they would be some weird mix of both. I think I kind of liked that idea.

“She has your nose,” Blake whispers into my ear, his lips pressing against the side of my neck. My eyes fall closed as a shiver runs down my spine. “You should be resting.”

Blinking my eyes open, I glance at Blake. Those silvery eyes are fixed on me as he watches me intently.

“I am resting.”

“Sleeping,” Blake protests. “You should be sleeping.”

“I’m just too nervous to sleep. What if something happens? What if she needs me? What if she cries and I don’t wake up and?—”

Blake cups my cheeks gently and presses his mouth against mine, effectively shushing me. “That’s why I’m here. Let me take care of you two.”

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