The nurse brought the baby over so I could see her.She was so tiny–wrinkled and red–but her cry was strong and determined."Joyce," I whispered her name.As if she understood, her crying softened just a little.When they wheeled me out of the delivery room, Charlie was pacing anxiously outside. The moment he saw me, he rushed forward."How is she?""Mother and baby are both safe," the doctor said with a smile. "Congratulations! It's a girl."His eyes immediately turned red.He looked at the baby in the nurse's arms, reached out to touch her–then hesitated and pulled his hand back."You can hold her," the nurse encouraged gently.He carefully took her into his arms, awkward and stiff, as if afraid she might break."Joyce," he murmured.The baby opened her eyes, dark little pupils shifting as if searching.Tears slipped down his face."Thank you," he said to me, his voice thick.I smiled and shook my head. "No. I should be thanking you."Back in the hospital room, his mo
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