LILY
It was late at night when I peeked into Ev’s room: his dad was still rocking him, despite the kid being knocked down for good, a beautiful smile on his face.
“I have the feeling,” Connor murmured. “That you’re definitely your mother’s son – you’ll grow up just like her, and you two will make me go crazy with all your shenanigans”.
A smile rose on my face.
“Well, he definitely shows some signs of that,” I whispered, walking into the room and joining them. I raised on my tiptoes to get a good look at our baby: he looked as peaceful as he could be, all cuddled up to his father’s chest and in his favorite blanket – the one my mother had made for me when I was born.
Connor chuckled back. “I’m done for, then”.
Slowly and carefully, he placed Evan in his bed and tucked him in: the
