by M. Robinson
He ignored me. “You are the prettiest baby ever. Just like your mommy; look at those bright green eyes.” He kissed all over her face.
“Sebastian, you’re wrinkling her dress. Brooke will shit if she sees what you’ve done to that designer dress that she had custom made for her goddaughter.”
It was Lilah’s baptism. Brooke was the godmother, and after arguing with Sebastian for weeks, he finally agreed to have Devon be the godfather. They went on some fishing trip hating each other, and came back the best of friends.
“She hates the dress; it’s stupid. She wants to be naked, not dressed like a doll.”
I rolled my eyes. “Oh my God, give me my baby.”
He pulled her back. “Our baby,” he stated, pulling me into both of them. I smiled and he kissed me like we weren’t in front of Lilah.
My family.
My husband.
My daughter.
My love.
My life.
The End.
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