Chapter sixty-two

David's POV 

I'm handed our little baby boy, and he's perfect. So perfect.

Where Killian is the spitting image of me, our newest little boy has Charlie's chin, her cheeks, with big round eyes, and my eyes color. He really is the most amazing blend of both of us.

I sigh, enthralled by how perfect he is. I have the two most perfect boys in my life, I feel tears streaming down my cheeks, even though I can't stop smiling.

The nurse Charlie was shouting at tries to reach for him, but I don't want to let go.

"I just need to clean him up a bit more," she reassures me. "I'll give him back," she says and I reluctantly hand him over.

I look back at Charlie, laying in bed.

My wife.

My Charlotte.

"Are you okay?" She hesitates, and I don't care what she says, my stupid comment from the night she told me has been embedded into her brain. No matter what I've done these past seven or so months, I can't seem to convince her enough t