Well that feeling was right. Now I'm holding my daughter, who has piercing blue
eyes and wisps of brown hair. Logan adores little Lorelei. Lorelei Isabella Eva
Cale. Lorelei was Logan's mothers name; Isabella was a name we both liked and Eva,
for my sister. You can tell she's going to be a heartbreaker. I place my daughter
in her crib and turn the baby monitor on. Logan was watching from the door. "How are
my girls?" Logan asks.

"This girl is happy and that girl is sleepy."

"My love I'm so glad you're happy because you've made me the happiest and the
luckiest man alive."

"Then were perfect matches because I'm the happiest and luckiest woman in the
world." Lorelei starts crying and Logan goes to her and picks her up. She stops
fussing instantly.

"You were just lonely weren't you Lori?" I walk over and hold my young daughters
hand.

"We're lucky aren't we Lorelei? You're Daddy loves us so much."

"Yes Daddy does love you two very much. And I think we're lucky too, because Mommy
loves us so much."

"Yes Mommy loves you. She couldn't imagine not loving you two."

"I can't imagine not loving you and Lori either." Logan says. During our
conversation Lorelei fell asleep. "I think we tired her out."

"Yeah." Logan puts Lorelei down. We walk out of the nursery and leave the door open.
Our life was happy and perfect before. Little Lorelei just makes it so much better
and even more perfect it's unbelievable. I guess happily ever after is possible.



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