“I didn't even think, just went with instinct. Opening my arms, I felt the tiny life placed there. Wrapping him close and tight to my chest, I felt my heart swelling with love. So small, so delicate. Using the tip of my finger, I traced his face, his little lips, his chin and cheeks, his eyes. "You're right, Tea, he is beautiful." "He has your eyes," she whispered. "We still need to name him." "Christian Simon Doyle. After your dad and your idiot friend." Her voice sounded raw when she spoke again. "That's perfect." "You're perfect. Thank you, Tea, thank you for my son, for our life, thank you for not giving up on me.” BabyKaneTeaganChristian Simon Book:A Glimpse of the Dream Source: A Glimpse of the Dream