Small fingers, teenie tiny fingers, grab her index finger and it makes Kate feel tears prickle in her eyes as she feels this inexplicable… love fill her insides. She didn't quite understand her husband when he'd told her all this so many years ago, but now she does. Kate leans down to let her lips gently kiss the tiny hand, letting her nose linger a bit to inhale the wonderful baby scent.
"What are you doing?" his voice startles her, even though it's soft and careful.
Kate looks up at her husband. "She has so… tiny fingers, look," she says and holds their daughter's hand up a little bit so he can see.
He chuckles and she bites her lip. "Yeah, she does," he agrees. "Just like her mom."
It's a tease and she remembers the remark he'd made about her fingers being tiny when he proposed to her and put on that big rock on her finger those years ago. She smiles at him while she rolls her eyes, glancing down to their daughter.
"She's beautiful," she whispers and he hums as she feels his arms going around her in a comfortable hug.
"Yeah, and she's your daughter," he whispers into her ear, pecking her cheek as he, too, looks down to their daughter.
"She's your daughter too," Kate insists and he chuckles.
"Yeah, she's half of you and half of me," he agrees and just as she's about to say something he continues. "Let's just hope those two halves aren't the adrenaline, crime seeking parts."
That makes her chuckle. "Well, I got mine from my parents and you got yours from your dad so I don't think we have much of a choice, let's just hope she won't get into as much trouble as we do," she says and she feels his nod.
"Yeah." His arms tighten slightly and she turns her head to peck his cheek before she turns back to their baby.
She goes back to admiring the tiny fingers, each finger having it's very own teenie tiny finger nail as well. God, she loves her.
The end