The baby in the crib squirmed in its sleep. She had thick, wavy dark brown hair. Cathy's hair.
"You never told me we had a daughter." He was smiling.
She just looked at him, her eyes glistening with tears. She had such beautiful eyes. But something was wrong.
His expression became grim. "She's not mine, is she."
She clasped a hand to her mouth as a hysterical sob escaped her lips.
The baby opened its eyes. They were green.
Their eyes locked. "Ponyboy." It wasn't a question.
The tiny girl in the crib began to cry.
And slowly, Cathy nodded.
