And I was so proud of her.
"He's so beautiful," she whispered, her voice filled with awe. "He's so perfect."
"He is," I said, my own eyes filling with tears. "He's absolutely perfect."
Giovanni finally came out of his moment of shock and leaned down to kiss Valerie, then the baby's head. He was a father. He had a son. He had a family.
"I love you," he said, his voice choked with emotion. "I love you both so much."
"I love you too," she said, her voice a mere whisper. "Now, get me some ice chips. And a steak. A rare one. And please, for the love of God, tell me I can go home soon."
I laughed, a genuine, heartfelt laugh. She was already back to her old self.
The doctor and nurses worked efficiently to deliver the placenta and stitch up the small tear Valerie had. I watched them, my pr
