Page 46 of A Very Oceanport Christmas
"Right, sorry." I looked at the baby again. "She's perfect."
"Yes, she is," Sam agreed. "I'm really happy that she's a girl."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." His grin grew even wider. "Because now we can name her Amanda."
My throat tightened with emotion. That had been my mom's name. "Are you sure?" I croaked out.
"Of course I am. Unless you don't like it."
"No, I love it. I love you. And her," I added quickly.
"Good, because I love you too." Sam drew me into another kiss and I went willingly, wondering how I'd ever deserved to be this lucky and silently swearing to myself that I'd do whatever it took to hold on to Sam and the happiness we had found together.
We were a family now, and nothing was ever going to change that.
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Epilogue
Sam
Five weeks after our little one was born, her birth certificate was ready for us to pick up at the town hall, and we decided to make a day out of it. The weather was warming up as spring started taking hold of our little corner of the world and nothing could have spoiled my mood. Not even the long wait at town hall or the fact that Amanda didn't seem to share in my good spirits and got a little fussy as we sat in the waiting room.
If anything, watching David handle her always made me feel a little giddy on the inside. He was so good with our little girl. Amanda loved her Dada just as much as I did. And why wouldn't she? He was amazing.
"What are you grinning at?" David asked, shooting me a glance as he rocked the rocked the baby in his arms.
"Nothing." My grin grew even wider. "Just fantasizing about that sandwich I'm going to eat once we get out of here." David’s dad had told us about a great place near town hall. Their bologna was supposedly to die for.
And honestly, after working as a waiter for a couple of weeks, being waitedonwas the best thing ever.
David snorted. "You're not pregnant anymore, but you still eat for two."
"Are you calling me fat?" I asked in mock offense.
"I would never." David laughed, then lowered himself into the chair next to me. In his arms, little Amanda had gone back to sleep. "You're absolutely perfect," David said, underlining his words with a quick kiss to my cheek.
"I'll believe you if you buy me two sandwiches."
"Sure." My mate gave an amused huff, and then finally, our wait was over and we got what we'd come here for.
Once we had Amanda's birth certificate safely in our hands, it was David's turn to grin from ear to ear. Seriously, it was as if he couldn't stop. He was walking on air, and if I hadn't taken his hand, he would have walked right into a lamp post as we exited the building too.
All because he now had an official piece of paper listing him as our little girl's alpha parent. All right, maybe it wasn’t just a piece of paper. It was a guarantee that the law would view David as Amanda’s father in all ways—just the way I did.
"You look happy," I remarked, pushing the stroller with Amanda in it down the sidewalk toward the sandwich place.
"Of course I'm happy. This is the best day ever."
"Ever?" I asked. "What about the day we first kissed? Or the day Amanda was born?"
"Close contenders," David conceded, then went right back to grinning. I left him to it.
We reached the sandwich place and picked a table close to the large shop windows, letting the warm rays of the early spring sun shine on our faces.
I leaned back in my chair. Maybe David was right and thiswasthe best day ever. The only thing that spoiled my good mood even a little bit was that this store turned out to be self-service, but David volunteered to stand in line and get our food.
