Page 146 of Own the Eights Maybe Baby
Jordan glanced over his shoulder and found his teary-eyed father.
“Not me, son. The doc means you.”
The weight of who he would be to this tiny person sank in.
Daddy. Dad. Father.
He kissed the crown of Georgie’s head, then joined the doctor and the EMTs.
Partially wrapped in a designer country club pool towel, his daughter stared up at him with her mother’s blue-green eyes. And for the second time in a year, love at first sight struck again.
Now he was the one blowing out a nervous breath as the doctor instructed him on how to cut the umbilical cord.
And with a snip and a few quick movements by the doctor, the EMT swaddled his baby and placed her in his arms. This tiny, beautiful baby was their daughter.
Carefully, he brought the baby to Georgie.
“You’re going to be smart and sassy like your mom, aren’t you, Lizzy?” he said softly.
“Lizzy, like my Lizzy Bennet?” Georgie asked with a sweet, weary smile.
“It suits her,” he said, running his knuckle over the baby’s cheek.
“Lizzy Lorraine?” Georgie asked, glancing up at her mother.
He wrapped his arms around his wife and child. “Welcome to the world, Lizzy Lorraine, we can’t wait to watch you grow.”
“Can we get a quick weight?” an EMT asked, swooping in.
The woman took the baby and set her on Gustavo’s scale.
“Eight pounds and ten ounces.”
“Eight pounds, ten ounces,” Georgie repeated, wonder coating the words as the EMT passed the baby back to them.
He gazed down at his daughter. “With numbers like that, Lizzy Lorraine, the sky’s the limit.”
