He carried the cradle into our bedroom, placing it next to the bed. He whispered words of love to both Eva and I, pressing kisses to my lips and to her tiny fingers. We discussed how I would breast-feed Eva, how we would protect her, and what we would do if Troy was still immortal. We counted her toes, giggled at her chubby knees, and marveled at her cherubic face. Every time I thought about the fact that I was living someone else’s life, I quickly shut that door in my mind. West helped me to the bathroom; the shower was an amenity I (or Annie) had insisted on when he had the cottage built. I laughed as West ran back and forth between the shower and the cradle, checking on Eva every ten to fifteen seconds as she slept. We washed her together and bundled her in a fresh, cloth diaper. The layette Annie had prepared for her on first day at home was enormous; she was too tiny to fit into anything but a small, white sleeping gown. I found a nightgown for myself, in awe of the collection of clothing that Annie had.
What do You think about Fall (Roam Series, Book Two)?
