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My dearest Anna,
It has been two weeks since you filled our lives with happiness, and little over nine months since I came to know about you. And I already love you so much. I never thought I would be capable of loving someone so, before I met you. And as you are nestled in your mother's arm, who, herself is napping, across our study, I can't help but wonder what great deed must've I done to deserve so much happiness. Seeing the two ladies across my study, healthy, safe and happy, I can now understand, what are tears of happiness.
Your mother, your beautiful, strong mother, filled my life with hope and joy. And now she gave me you, my dearest. And we both love you so that it hurts. It hurts to see you cry even if you cry for food or with sleep. I will protect you forever. The mistake I committed with Georgiana, it shall never be repeated, and I will keep you safe and strong, and love you with every last drop of my being.
I think you've started to recognize me. I can see a hint of recognition in those beautiful eyes of yours which you inherited from your beautiful mother. And my heart is filled with pride and content when you hold my finger with your tiny, beautiful, hands.
You, my sweet, sweet, Anna, will get everything I starved for. A wonderful mother's constant presence and love, a father who will do absolutely anything to make you happy, keep you safe, your aunt Georgiana, who dotes on you and spoils you already (not that I can blame her, since I proudly do the same), Uncle and Aunt Bingley, who will not engage you with their son (although Bingley was saying something along those lines, but my glare, which I'm very proud of, silenced him, so don't worry, sweets) like my Aunt Catherine, wonderful grandparents and three more wonderful aunts who can't stop staring at you. I think it is a Darcy trait, People have a tendency to stare at us as we are so handsome. You are a Darcy through and through. Although, listening to your high pitched cries, I think, perhaps you inherited som traits from your maternal grandma. Perhaps her nerves? Don't worry, my dear. Your mother and I will make sure you don't get to fret about your nerves.
I can see you have started to fuss in your mother's embrace. I better go pick you up before your poor mother wakes up from whatever little sleep she is able to manage.
I love you, even when you wake me up at the middle of the night, and yank my hair right from the most sensitive spot of my scalp.
Like I said, a Darcy through and through.
Proudly yours,
Papa
