Toxic Girl

Epilogue

“Don’t even think about trying to name her Edinburgh or Dublin or something,” Grayson says to me as he stares down at our perfect bundle of joy. His parents just left after visiting. They weren’t too thrilled with us when they found out, but I can tell they fell in love with her just as much as we have.

“What?” I ask, laughing.

“Paris, London… That’s as far as the names of places go,” he says, kissing our daughter’s nose.

I laugh harder. “I had no plan of naming her … Edinburgh or something,” I manage to get out.

“Good,” he stares down at her in wonder. His eyes are the softest I’ve ever seen them. He’s in love with her. It’s the most beautiful thing to see. I take a picture of them with my camera, capturing the moment. “What do you want to name her?”

“I want to give her my mother’s name as her middle name, so Ivy Kate. What do you think?” I ask.

A smile spreads across his lips. “It’s perfect. Ivy,” he says softly. I look down at our daughter. She has Grayson’s dark hair and eyes, but my features. Her little pink lips open as she starts to cry.

“I think our princess is hungry,” he says, gently putting her in my lap. “She’s so perfect, Paris. She’s just…”

“I know,” I whisper. I start to breast feed her, humming as she drinks. Grayson bends down and kissed me on the top of my head.

“After she finishes drinking, I’ll take her so you can sleep,” he says, smiling down at us.

I smile in return. “That would be perfect.”

“Thank you for giving me her. For giving me you. I’m going to be the best father. I promise,” he says.

“I know you will,” I tell him.

And I do know it.

Because he cares enough to try to be--and that’s all that I can ask for.

The End