Kelly’s POV
I was staring at my little angel while breastfeeding her. Her hands were balled and so small and soft. She looks like me when I was young. The resemblance was undeniable and I’m thankful she looks exactly like me. Actually, I’m scared and nervous because the baby may resemble Pierce and he would find out about her real father when that happened. So when she came out looking like me, I was relieved.
Pierce was sitting beside me on the bed, watching the baby. When I looked at him, he didn't seem to be blinking. He was just staring at her face with a soft expression.
The door swung open, interrupting us. A nurse entered carrying a piece of paper and a ballpen.
“Good morning, ma’am and sir. I came to ask the name of your baby. You can write the name here.”
Pierce accepted the piece of paper and the ballpen before he looked at me. “What would be her name?”
