Feb 14, 2012 22:29
Erica only has to spend a day in the clinic with Madeline, her perfect, very strong lunged baby girl. Ten fingers, ten toes, a wonderful eater, and now Erica's in her own bed, sitting up against the headboard cradling an awake for the moment newborn. Madeline definitely has her father's hair for now.
Laying her out gently on her legs, Erica admires their daughter, a small smile on her face, watching her yawn. John's running the dogs, and Erica speaks to Maddie quietly. "Look at you, little girl. You're perfect."