Grace's POV.
A few months later:
"She's absolutely perfect, Grace."
Rhyder's eyes brimmed with tears as he held our daughter in his arms.
She in turn, stared up at him with big, round eyes.
My heart grew so much that it felt like my chest would rip open and it would burst out.
"She is..."
I smiled at them as he held her tiny little hand between his fingers.
He was completely in love with her already.
"What are we going to name her?"
He spoke to me without taking his eyes off of her.
"I was thinking that we could call her... Hope."
He finally looked at me. He had a gentle softness in his eyes and the curves of his face.
"Hope..."
He tested the sound of it on his lips. The corners of his mouth twisted up.
"I love it... it suits her perfectly."
"Is it my turn to hold her now,
