End Game
I have to remind him to take a picture, and we have the nurse take some of the three of us before she takes Emma to get her height and weight.
“Archer,” I say suddenly and his eyes widen, thinking something is wrong. “It’s after midnight.”
The biggest smile comes over his face and he bends to give me a kiss. “You’ll never be able to top this birthday present.”
When the nurse sets Emma back down on my chest and she nuzzles against me, I start crying. Happy tears only, of course, because right here and right now, I have everything I want.