One of the best days of my life was when my baby girl was born. Jean Louise Finch came into this world kicking and screaming. I don't know if it's been all my years of practicing law but I'm quite the judge of character. Judging from my daughter's arrival, I want to warn the world to look out because she is going to dominate you. I was so engrossed looking at Dr. Reynolds wrapping up our baby in her swaddling clothes that I almost didn't feel my wife squeeze my hand.

"Is she really all right?" She asks me, panting so hard she can barely get her words out.

"Yes," I say, bending down and kissing her. "She's all right and so aren't you. You can breathe easy now."

I smile when she exhales slowly because I forgot who I was talking to. Jean Marie Grahm Finch never liked to be told what to do. I think the poor thing is in shock because for one of the few times in her life did she actually do what she was told. I brush her long, curly blonde hair away from her beautiful face and I could have stayed this way forever.

"Would you like to hold your baby, Mrs. Finch?" Dr. Reynolds asked as he handed her the newest bundle of joy.

"Sure," Jean replied as she welcomed our daughter with open arms. "Hey. Scout."

"Scout?"

"Yeah. I don't know why but anyone that could give me as much hell as I give everyone else should be considered one."

"True," I agree as I throw back my head and laugh.

That was when my baby opened her eyes and looked at me. I smile and wave to her as she lets out a small yawn. She never took her eyes off me and my wife noticed. Jean kissed her Scout and handed her to me.

"I think someone wants to meet their daddy," she said.

"I think daddy wants to meet his baby," I say, all too eager to finally cradle her in my arms. "Hi, Scout."

The moment I had her in my arms would be considered a time when the earth stood still. Again, she never took her eyes off me and that was all right with me because I never wanted to take my eyes off her. She had a crown full of black hair and for now her eyes were as blue as any other newborns. I thought her eyes were beautiful and I hoped they would stay that way. She reached up for the buttons on my shirt and patted them while I kissed her sweet cheeks. I giggled as she stuck her tongue out while I kissed her; I think she liked it. I couldn't have been more proud by the fact this little baby girl liked me right off the bat. Our tender first moments together would be interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Come in," I say, a little annoyed.

"Oh brother," my sister Alexandra wails as she sees my brand new babe. "A pink blanket for a baby girl. My, how precious!"

"This is Scout," I introduce.

"Scout? What kind of name is that, Brother? I do hope you are joking..."

"That's her nickname," Jean announced, annoyed as I am now. "We don't know what to call her yet and besides, I'm fine."

I sigh heavily. Jean and Alexandra tried to be ladies but sometimes they were just like fire and ice; Jean obviously being the fire. Luckily, Sister was too wrapped up in the baby to pay attention to my wife. I'm not going to lie and say my sister doesn't know how much she can belittle someone. Oh, but she's a Christian and that makes it all right I guess. I think I've been hanging around my wife too long.

"Come see Aunty," she says, pulling Scout gently away from me. Scout wails at the fact she was holding her now.

"You're all right, sweetheart," I say as I rub her head. She rolls her eyes in what I can tell to be contentment. She is too cute if you ask me.

"Jean," Alexandra says, finally acknowledging my wife. "When do you want Jeremy to meet, um, your baby?"

"Just give me and Atticus a few minutes."

"All right, baby, go back to your daddy," Alexandra says, placing her back in my arms. "I will get him ready then."

"Thank you," Jean says as I walk back to her and Sister walks out. Her annoyed look goes away once Scout's near. Jean takes Scout by her little hand and studies her hard. I wonder what she's thinking.

"I really don't know what to name her," she admits. "You name her."

"Jean Louise Finch," I say, using her name and her late mother's name. It sounded like a winner to me.

"I don't want her named after me," Jean scuffs.

"I think Jean is a beautiful name for beautiful girls. Hey, you said it was my call."

"You're right, you're right," she gives in as she takes her baby back. "I don't think I'm beautiful but I know my daughter definitely is. She looks just like you, Atticus, how could she lose?"

She leans forward and kisses my lips. I cradle my wife's face in my hands and our forheads meet. If only I could save time in a bottle...