Chapter Four Hundred and Thirteen
It was the only word he could grasp as he looked at the tiny life on the screen. A whole new life, created from nothing but the urgent, overwhelming desire between the both of them.
And seeing that miracle, and the one on Emma's face as she saw it, too, the undisguised incredulity and rush of happiness, he couldn’t help but be deliriously happy with her.
It wasn’t that he wasn’t stomach churningly terrified still, he just realised that that fear didn’t have to be all consuming. He could be worried to his bones about what effect this little child would have on his life, but still be absolutely, unbelievably happy that they’d made their baby.
He squeezed Emma's hand a little harder, and she turned her face towards him, her eyes and cheeks lit with happiness and wet with tears.
Her lips widened into a smile. “She’s beautiful!”
“Yes, she is,” Daniel said huskily in her ear.
“Or he,” she said quickly.