Raf woke in the middle of the night to the sounds of his now 2-week-old daughter. Sitting up swinging his legs over, listening to his daughter bawling sighting looking over to the other side of the bed empty.
"I wished you were here." He mumbled.
The sounds of his daughter brought him out of his daze, getting up walking to his daughter's room walking in and over to her crib picking her up.
"Shh, Mija it's okay." Raf whispered shushing her.
Raf carried her to his room, laying her on your side of the bed, he got her comfort with pillows to make sure she didn't roll off the other side. She looked at him and there were those hazel eyes, your hazel eyes, god he missed you.
"Mila, you look like your Mami, you know that?"
God, he wished you were here to witness everything, after what happened with you after the birth of your daughter. You and Raf named her before you delivered her. Your daughter spent a week in ICU, a fighter already, Mila just giggled at her Papi, falling asleep snuggling into his chest.
"I love u my sweet baby girl." Raf whispered with tears in his eyes and getting choked up.
He fell asleep wishing he was holding his two girls.