"The Miracle"
Her nose. His hair. Her eyes. His mouth. Neil MacNeil smiled softly at the sleeping infant in his arms. She was tiny. She was perfect. She was theirs.
Hours later, a weary looking Neil MacNeil crawled into bed and curled himself around the small, warm form of his wife. Propped onto one elbow, he brushed a stray strand of chestnut colored hair from her brow. She was so peaceful when she slept, as close to an angel as any human could be. Sighing, he sank back down onto the pillow. He was tired. Neil MacNeil smiled softly to himself as his wife instinctively moved to rest her head on his chest. "Yes" he thought "the events of the past nine months had definitely been worth it."