It had been a few months since the wedding, and now I was screaming at the top of my lungs as I gave the final push.
"Congratulations, it's a baby girl," the doctor said.
Exhausted and drenched in sweat, I looked over at Adam, who stared back at me. Our eyes were as watery as our smiles were wide. "A girl," I repeated, barely believing it.
"I know," he said, his voice thick and low.
"What are you going to call her?" the nurse asked.
"Lyla," we both answered in unison. We hadn't wanted to know the baby's sex beforehand, but we had chosen a name for each possibility.
"Beautiful name. Baby Lyla is healthy as can be," she said, as our daughter cried her heart out.
The nurse placed her in my arms, and in that very moment, I understood everything. All those times people said, you'll understand when you're a parent—it finally made sense. I loved her more than I could ever describe, and I couldn't believe she was here, finally real and in my arms.
Adam sat down on the bed beside me, and together we greeted our baby girl for the first time. I glanced up at him, then back down at Lyla. I couldn't seem to tear my eyes away from her for more than a second. But I knew Adam was here too, and I knew this was the start of a forever family.
And my heart had never felt so full.
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Aching for Adam
RomanceElle's heart pounded in her chest now. She wanted to leap into his arms and taste his lips, feel his body. She wanted to have him, all of him, right here, right now. If he took another step, she wouldn't be able to resist. And he did. _________ Ell...
