(Micah)
As I lay there, cradling Christian in my arms, I couldn’t help but smile at how beautiful he was. I glanced at Landon, who was still gazing at our son with a look of pure awe.
“He’s perfect, isn’t he?” I whispered, leaning closer to get a better look at Christian’s tiny features.
“Yeah, he is,” Landon replied, his voice thick with emotion.
“I think he has your brown eyes. They’re so expressive already.” Landon said. I chuckled, unable to hold back my pride.
“And I’d say his complexion leans more toward you. He’s got that nice glow.” I replied as I brushed my fingers over Christian’s cheek, marveling at the softness of his skin.
“His hair, it’s got some of that curl from you, but it’s blonde like mine. I wonder how it will change as he grows.” Landon added, running his finge
