Ordinary Miracle
A wheelchair rolled into the elevator, a brunette, a redhead, and a tiny bundle wrapped in pink. Big blue eyes had fallen closed and the infant slept in her mother's arms.
"I can't believe we get to take her home with us," Amelia laughed. "It's so surreal."
Owen brushed a finger along the little girl's cheek, a smile more genuine than ever before dominating against his face. "Come on, Michelle. We're going home. You're going to love your nursery."
"Yeah, Daddy decorated it in pink elephants just for you. Even though Mommy wanted the rainbows and unicorns."
"And he built the crib."
"Mommy built the baby, so she gets bigger bragging rights."
"The most beautiful baby in the world."
Amelia chuckled, staring down at the baby in her arms. "Are you sure we get to take her with us?"
"I'm pretty sure that's how it works."
"I just- I can't believe she's ours. We're parents. We have a daughter," she mused.
"We have a family."
The Story Ends Here.