I’m still in my uniform, so I should act like soldier; but it takes all that I have not to sprint over to (Y/N) and the baby.
She had left the other kids home, to surprise them for when I came home. And to give me some time to meet Faith.
I give (Y/N) a long, kiss. I pull away.
“Can I hold her?” I whisper.
(Y/N) nods, tears in her eyes.
She hands me the baby, gently. I take her in my hands, carefully. She was so small; smaller than Grace and Logan was at three months.
She was beautiful. Had a full head of hair and everything. Tiny little nose. I was in love. The fourth girl I had fallen in upendo with; my mom, (Y/N), Grace and now Faith. I just held a third of my world in my hands, enamored kwa her.
“You ok?” (Y/N) asks.
“Yeah, yeah I am.” I whisper.
Faith’s nose crinkles; I know that look. She’s gonna cry.
“Hey baby girl, I got you. Don’t cry.”
She starts to sniffle.
” I got you. Daddy’s got you. You’re ok. I promise.”
She drifts back asleep. I don’t let her go.
Everything’s a blur from the car home. I just hold her. Won’t even put in her in the carseat. (Y/N) and I talk, but I don’t remember any of it really. I just looked down at my world.
I was one of the lucky ones to come nyumbani to my baby. My three, beautiful babies.
the position that Zuko and Katara are in in the very last picture is just like the one that me and Ponyboy were in. i think im gonna faint...
