(Caspian)
I stared down at my week old daughter in awe, watching as her cute little nose scrunched up before her mouth set in the most adorable frown.
It broke my damn heart..
"Don't cry my sweet little Rosie..Daddy's right here." I whispered, pulling her closer to my chest before kissing her rosy cheeks. The name we picked was quite fitting..and she is perfect..absolutely perfect.
The reason for that? Because she looks just like her mother..blonde hair, cute little nose..pouty lips..she is the spitting image of Johnnie..well, at least I think she is. Johnnie says it's too early to tell, but I see it.
"Maybe she is hungry." My wife mumbled beside me, her hand sliding up my back as she slowly sat up in bed.
I couldn't help but let my gaze drift towards a sleeping Everett lying side
