Nash
I had officially been dubbed the baby whisper.
At first, I was terrified of my daughter. She was so tiny, and seemed so fragile, that I was terrified of hurting her. I never knew how massive and clumsy my hands were until they cradled that miniature person. But from the moment I stared into her dark eyes, I was lost and totally in love. I couldn’t even remember why I had once been adamant that I would never have any children.
She was like a treasure that I didn’t deserve.
Once I got over my initial fear of holding her, I discovered that I had a special way with her. Whenever little Dakota was fussy, all I had to do was pick her up and hold her against my heart, and she quieted right down. Her little eyes with the long dark lashes would close, and she would tuck her legs up u
