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“Yeah.” But I don’t think I’ll believe it until I see her face, her beautiful eyes.

In another hour, they call my name.

“She's asking for you,” the nurse says, and I practically bowl her over getting to Meredith’s room.

“Princess, how are you feeling?”

She’s leaning back, looking at the baby.

“Isn’t she just so beautiful, Logan?”

“Both my girls are beautiful.”

“Rosa, right? And you can pick the middle name.”

“Leah,” It’s been my favorite, and I plan to call her that, whether Meredith likes it or not.

“Rosa Leah. Sounds pretty and musical.”

“You still a little out of it from the meds?” I grin, and she nods.

I step up to where my daughter is lying, and I go to pick her up. I have to touch her, make sure she is okay too.

“Support her head.”

I nod. “I know how to hold a baby.”

Leah looks up at me with gray-blue eyes and suddenly the whole world falls away. It’s like I’m only tethered to this life by Meredith and baby Rosa Leah, my girls.

Tears stream down my face before I can stop them, and Meredith takes my hand, squeezing it tightly.

“We’ll take her to Maui when she’s old enough. Take her to that fortune teller.”

“She was right,” I said slowly. “About the gender. The name.”

“Or do you think we took her predictions to heart?”

“She couldn’t have known the baby was a girl.”

“Fifty-fifty shot, I guess, But she got it right. I love you, Logan.”

“I love you so much, princess.”

Some days, I still don’t know if I’m good enough for Meredith, but most days, I want to try to be the best man I can for her.

I think that will have to be good enough.

EPILOGUE

Logan

Two Years Later

The flightto Maui is only a little less terrible because it’s on Meredith’s father’s private jet, but it’s still ten hours with a two-year-old who can’t understand why her ears are popping.

I’m exhausted by the time we make it to the hotel, but Meredith seems to be on a mission.

She hurries to unpack and change Leah and herself while I sit on the bed listlessly.