Esme
Derek picks us up from the hospital a couple of days after giving birth. Walking again has been very challenging, but nothing beats holding my daughter in my arms after all this waiting.
Bea and Tris both got to hold Orchid. Annie and Lily came to visit their little “niece.” My mom cried her eyes out meeting her only grandchild.
“She’s perfect,” Derek had told me with a kiss on my head. “Great job, Esme. You’re a mom.”
I’d rolled my eyes at him with a devilish smile on my face. “I thought I was the girl’s honorary mom now?”
“Yes, you are. But I also know just how badly you’ve wanted your own kid.”
When the nurse rolls us out to Derek’s car, he stands there with a large grin. “Miss Thorne,” he states as he holds the door open.
“So formal,” I taunt. I get into the front se
