And I started laughing.
I couldn't help it.
After all those hours of pain, all the screaming and swearing and wondering whether I'd ever survive the experience, there she was.
My beautiful little Poppy.
I was laughing so hard that tears started rolling down my cheeks, and before I knew it, I was crying properly too.
"Hi," I whispered, carefully brushing a finger against her tiny cheek. "Hi, baby."
She scrunched up her face again, making a little indignant noise that sounded suspiciously like a complaint.
I laughed through my tears.
"Yeah, I know. It's been a rough day for both of us."
Beside me, Keres made a sound I'd never heard from him before.
I looked up and nearly started crying all over again.
My loud, filthy-mouthed, impossible mate was staring at our daughter with tears
