Page 163 of Beautiful Storm

Amelia stares at me with a blank expression, and a wave of nerves flows through me. Until she speaks. “It’s game day?” she says slowly, in question, her brows furrowing in confusion, and I can’t help but laugh.

“Yeah. It’s game day. But I’mexactlywhere I want to be.”

“But—”

“No buts.” I bop her nose before pressing a kiss to her forehead. “How many times do I have to tell you that you and Jelly Bean are my priority?”

At the mention of our daughter, Amelia’s eyes well with tears. “I’ve barely seen her, Luke. They let me hold her for a second but then my head hurt and I blacked out. By the time I woke up, she was gone from the room.”

As if sensing her mother’s pain, a soft wail draws our attention to the doorway as the nurse brings Jelly Bean inside. Amelia squeezes my hand before releasing her grip and reaching out, the tears now streaming down her face.

“Oh my goodness. Come here, Baby.”

My heart swells as my girls are finally reunited, and before I know it, I’m crying too.Again. And Inevercry.

“She’s here, Luke.” Amelia giggles through her tears, her eyes never once leavingJelly Bean as her wails fade away. “She’s here and she’s okay. Right?”

“She’s better than okay. She’s perfect. You both are. I’m one lucky asshole.”

“Some would argue you’ve dropped the asshole recently. But some might not.” She shrugs and I burst out laughing.

“I hope you never change, Amelia. Even when we’re old and gray, I still hope you’re giving me grief.”

“It’s why I was put on this earth.” She grins before her gaze returns to Bean. To Bean. Shit. She needs a name.

“What should we—”

“Any ideas on—”

We both speak at the same time before laughing. “You go first.”

“Not that I don’tlove‘Jelly Bean,’” Amelia begins and I smile, knowing we were thinking the same thing. “But she needs a name.”

“She does. And I can’t believe we waited until now to discuss it. Do you have any thoughts?”

“I started a list a while ago, but when things got busy, I stopped adding to it.”

“Where is it?”

“On the back page of my journal.” She cringes.

“You still keep a journal?”

“Almost every day.”

“So the list is at home.” That makes life difficult. I don’t want to wait to name Bean.

“No, it’s at your place actually. In the—”

“Like I said,home.”

“Okay. Okay. Well, it’s there.”

I grab my phone to text Lainey and ask her to grab it. “Bedside table?” I guess.

“Yes, it’s under my book.”

“What book?”

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