Joey Grace (Early morning of March 27, 1978)
My sun, my stars, my magnificent daughter had graced the universe with her presence this morning. After hours of labor and waiting in the maternity ward, I was finally able to hold her precious being in my arms.
She had little to no hair on top of her head and smelt of a freshly newborn smell. Her skin had looked to be made of the finest porcelain. Her eyes, barely opened, but just enough to see the shimmer of hazel in her irises.
“Have you two decided on a name yet?” the nurse asked the rightfully exhausted Olivia.
“Adeline,” Liv responded as she lied in her hospital bed, drenched in sweat from pushing so much. She used the last bit of strength she had left to look up at our baby girl, resting in my arms. “Adeline Louise Grace.”
I smiled at her for I couldn’t believe it. She had finally caved on using my mother’s name for our daughter’s middle. She used to fight me so hard on it. However, now, for the first time in awhile, we had both actually agreed on something. Maybe, just maybe, having Adeline around will help us get this marriage back on track. Maybe things could go back to how they used to be with Liv and I, back when we used to actually communicate and not just have angry sex anytime we need to let our emotions out.
“I love you, Baby,” I said softly as I went to kiss Liv on the forehead.
“I love you,” she replied with a wide grin I hadn’t seen for a very long time. She had always been much prettier when she smiled.
I could not wait to see what the future had in store for us.