“What do you think she’ll look like? I hope she has your brown eyes. They’re beautiful.” I shook my head. “I hope she has your blue eyes. I could lose myself in them forever.” I ran my fingers through his blonde hair. “And I hope she has curls like you. Wait…how do you know that it’s a girl?” I laughed. He shrugged his shoulders. “A daddy’s conscious, I suppose.” “I suppose so. And when we get older, we’ll get a house.” I loved imagining our lives together. “With a pool,” added Keiffer. “Yes. And we’ll celebrate Christmas downstairs by the fireplace –“ “That I would have already started before opening our presents,” he smiled. “And on weekends, we’ll take our daughter to the park.”