“Baby?” Jasper’s voice carried into the room softly, breaking me out of my thoughts. I turned my head to look at my husband, dressed in only his sleep pants, carrying a tiny pink bundle into our bedroom.
“Is she okay?” I asked, my heart beating against my ribcage, same as it had been doing the past two weeks since we brought her home.
“Yeah, I think she just wanted her momma,” he said with a small smile as he gently sat on the bed next to me.
I peeked at her happily dozing in her daddy’s arms. She’d spent thirty-two days in the hospital, and she still looked smaller than most newborns. “Naw, I think she wanted you...”
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