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Then there was the moment he met Lola. I saw it click for him. That she was his. No one needed to tell him, it was obvious. Pure joy radiated from him in that moment but this, this is different. This is a special kind of happy. One that can never be topped.
He was there for the birth of his son.
His. Son.
That means we’re having a little girl. A princess all our own.
"Congrats, man," Adam says, pulling him in for a side hug.
Standing, I hug Wyatt and congratulate him. They were hoping for a boy. A mini-Wyatt to be exact since Lola is a mini-Chloe.
"Can I see Chloe yet?" I ask as I pull away.
"Sure. Last room on the right," he says, stepping aside so I can pass him.
"Addy," Adam calls after me. Looking over my shoulder, he waits until I make eye contact to continue. When I do, his words aren't necessary because I can see all I need to know in his eyes. "I love you."
"I love you too."
No matter what happens when we get home. No matter how much my mother pushes. Adam and I are stronger together. We were meant to find each other, to help each other move past the pain in our pasts. I truly believe that, and no one will ever be able to convince me otherwise. Especially my mother.
It's time for her to let go of Liam and the misconception that we'll one day get back together.
"She's adorable, Chloe,"I say when I notice Chloe's awake and already feeding the baby.
"Thanks. I think I'll keep her," she jokes.
She thinks she's being funny, but I know better. Her parents should be here soon, and the mood in the room will change. I hate that she's in this situation. That she has to bow down to her parents’ demands. Mostly, I hate that they didn't give her a choice in the matter.
Just like I wasn't given a choice. My child was taken from me. I never laid eyes on him or her. I never had the opportunity to hold their tiny hands or count their tiny toes. They’re the little things I'll cherish when the day finally comes. If it comes.
"What did you decide on naming her?"
"Lola," she says after thinking it over for a few minutes.
"I like it. Why do I get the feeling that you've known that longer than you care to share?"
"Wyatt picked it out. A long time ago when we were fooling around, talking about our future. Long before I became pregnant."
"It suits her. I have a feeling she's going to live up to her name too."
"In what way?"
"It means strong woman. She's going to be just like her mama."
Before Chloe can respond, her parents burst through the door, her mother squealing with excitement. That's my cue to leave them alone for a few minutes. Not too long, I don't want Chloe to lose her mind, but long enough that her parents get their fill of the baby.
Walking down to the cafeteria, I pass the nursery and stop to look at all the beautiful babies. There are little boys and girls, new to this world. Not yet tainted by life. Ready to take on anything.
I only hope their parents are ready for the challenge as well. Ready to fight for their children. To stand up for them in any situation and love them unconditionally.
Because a parent’s love should never be conditional. Someone needs to tell the Warrens that. They must have missed the memo.
"Knock, knock,"I say as I push the door open.
"Addy, come on in. I was wondering if you guys were still waiting." Chloe sounds exhausted. She looks exhausted, but she's also smiling and there's a glow surrounding her as her son lies on her chest.
"Where's Lola?" I ask, pulling a chair to the side of her bed.
