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My mother, Peyton, and Cora helped Frankie get her gown up.

That was when I saw Frankie’s need for urgency.

“Ummm,” Cora said, sounding worried.

“Catch her!” Frankie yelled.

And that’s exactly what I did.

Seconds after Frankie ordered me to do so, I had a screaming, pissed off, blue-eyed baby girl in

my hands and I had no clue what in the hell I was supposed to do.

Peyton, luckily, did.

Frankie did, too.

Thank fucking God.

***

Two hours later

“I can’t believe you did that,” I said for what had to have been the fourteenth time in the last two hours.

“Would you give it a rest?” Frankie cried.

I was shaking my head before she’d gotten the words out of her mouth.

“I just… shit,” I said. “Shit.”

Frankie snickered and ran her finger down our baby’s cheek.

The baby’s eyes opened, and once again, I was struck with the eerie cerulean blue eyes that stared

back at me.

“It’s weird,” I said. “Eyes this blue.”

She snorted.

“You and your dad have them,” she pointed out.

“I know,” I answered. “It’s just weird.”

She pressed a kiss to my throat, then laid her head down on my chest.

We were alone in the room for the first time in a while.

Malachi had gone home.

Our parents and my sister had, too.

Leaving us alone with the baby that was now our sole responsibility.

“I don’t feel like I’m equipped enough to be this person’s everything,” I said. “I don’t want to fuck her up.”

She snorted.

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