As the first light of dawn filters through the room, I find myself with my arms wrapped around Noelle. The golden hues of morning paint the walls in soft, muted tones, and for the first time in what feels like an eternity, my heart is at peace.
After Noelle calmed down, he spent hours talking about her—our daughter. My daughter. Mirelle.
The thought of her name alone stirs something deep within me, something I never expected to feel. I've always known love in one form—Noelle is my star, my universe, the axis upon which my world turns. But Mirelle… Mirelle is different. She is a part of him, a part of us. Somehow, this tiny person has expanded the boundaries of my heart in ways I never thought possible. I never imagined I could love anyone as much as I do Noelle, yet here I am. I was wrong.
I would give that little thing the world.
