Connor came back to the hospital as he had everything that his wife needed. Chicken soup, milk tea, and other stuff that she wanted. He placed it on the table and then he took a quick shower before we held their baby. He sat on the wide bed and admired the sleeping baby in Johanna's arms.
"I am so proud," Connor said softly and he kissed baby Quinn's forehead. "I want to hold her."
"Sure, she's yours," Johanna mumbled as Connor grinned and carefully took the baby in his arms. His heartfelt like it was getting bigger. He sighed at the beautiful face of the baby.
"She looked just like you." He said.
"I tried hard not to make her look like you." Johanna chuckled as Connor agreed.
