“Come here,” I said, and tugged on his shirt and scooted over in bed.
“In bed?” He looked at me quizzically.
“Yes. Right here.” I patted the bed next to me.
He hoisted himself into bed and laid his head down on the pillow. Our faces were inches apart. We gazed down at our daughter.
“Hey, I thought of a name,” Jake said.
Oh, man, here it comes, I thought.
“What about Sara?”
Sara. No ’80s movies or television shows flashed in my head. It was a miracle.
Baby Sara.
I knew.
“Baby Sara,” I whispered. I looked down at our baby and she gave another little half sigh and I knew she approved. “Baby Sara,” I said firmly, and nodded.
We lay there for a while, silently admiring Sara, occasionally looking at each other with grins that couldn’t possibly convey our emotions.
I closed my eyes and lay back. I thought back to when I found out I was pregnant, back to the moment when everything changed. I was so scared. Scared of what my body would become, of what I would be like, of how Jake would cope, of how we were going to figure all of it out.
I looked at Jake, now soundly asleep, and Baby Sara, who was just beginning to stir.
I would do it all over again.
“I love you both,” I whispered to my husband and daughter.
I feel like this is when my life really begins. Everything else has just been preamble, albeit a long, drunken, very fun preamble.
Sam was right. My life is sort of decided now.
But in a really great way.
Table of Contents
Cover
Title
Copyright
Dedication
Acknowledgments
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