Second Chance

Next Morning

As soon as we get home Dylan eagerly takes our little girl straight upstairs to her nursery. I grab the bags sent home from the hospital for her and follow him upstairs. He has her out of her carrier and cradled to his chest before I even make it to the top. He seems happy and content. I've know for a while having a child was something missing from our lives and now seeing him holding her just settles something deep in me. Our family feels complete now. He seems conflicted as he goes to lay her down in her new crib. I can tell he really doesn't want to let go of her just yet. I can't blame him.

"Can we just lay her down with us? Just this once. Like a family nap." He turns around holding her close to his chest as he gives the saddest puppy dog eyes he can muster.

I know it won't be just once, but I can't tell him no. Not with how his face lights up at idea of keeping her close to us. That and I'm really not ready to have her to of our sight just yet. "I think that's a great idea. Let me just finish putting away this stuff. Go lay down and I'll join you as soon as I'm done." I press a kiss to our little girls head before giving my husband a chaste kiss and shooing them both out of the room.

They sent home enough stuff to stock us up for a while. We already had a lot of it but it's nice to have the extra in case we need it. There's diapers and bottles and baby shampoo. Baby wash and soft wash cloths along with a baby bath. Baby powder and diaper cream and there's even baby lotion. They included baby detergent and a baby first aid kit that includes baby medicine and a thermometer. It also contains band aids and baby nail clippers and this weird looking bulb thing. There's receiving blankets and a few onesie along with a few sleepers and baby hats and socks to keep her warm. They packed baby wipes and burp clothes as well. It's all stuff we already have but more isn't going to hurt. One of things they send home with her is formula and baby cereal and jar baby food. We haven't bought any of those yet because we had no idea when we would get a child and didn't want it to go bad before it was used. I takes me a while to put everything away because Dylan has spots for everything and if I don't get it right he will never let me hear the end of it. I take a look around her nursery once I've finished putting everything up and admire my handy work. That feeling in my chest settles a little more now that her staff is in her room. Makes her feel more permanent.

Walking into our bedroom I'm greeted with the sight of my husband laying on our bed with our daughter curled up on his chest. She's sound asleep. He's running a hand over her back and the other through her hair. A surge of protectiveness washes over me and I have to admit I do enjoy the sight of them together safe in our bed. I slip off my shoes and take off my belt before I climb in bed to join them. Dylan shuffles closer to lean his back against my chest and I wrap my arms around both of them before settling in and getting ready to nap with them. We are cuddled up and that feeling in my chest is settling more now.

I feel whole and I'm starting to drift when my husband ask me a question.

"What should we name her?" Dylan is running his hand through her hair and humming low to her still. She still has her soother in her mouth. Every few minutes she gives it a suck as if to make sure it's still there. It's adorable.

"I don't know what do you think?" I give my husband a little squeeze and a crane my neck to give our little girl a kiss. I know he's been thinking about names for little girls for this last week. I've peeked at his list last night and over 80% were scratched over.

Dylan thinks for a minute before he starts listing off names.

"Samantha."

"Samantha is too common." I shake my head. "No. Jessica. Jessicas are sweet and nice."

"No. That sounds like the name of an airhead. Anya." Dylan looks at her and smiles.

"No. Sounds like we couldn't be bothered to give her a full name. What about Cindy after your mom?" I cock my eyebrow at my husband waiting for his response.