**Damon's POV**
When the confetti and glitter shot out in pink, my entire world stopped. A girl. We were having a daughter! I could already see in fifteen or sixteen years I am going to have to keep a shot gun handy. Especially if she looks exactly like Savannah. I could see everyone celebrating, but I couldn't hear anyone. I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that my little girl is definitely going to have me wrapped around her little finger.
"Are you happy?" Savannah asked, clinging to my arm.
"Speechless, babe. Having another beautiful girl around I am going to have to fight the boys off, and it is going to give me gray hairs!" I yelled.
Everyone laughed and soon I joined in. I know I had a few years to prepare for it, but still just knowing we were having a girl was
