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Their child seemed to have inherited the best of them both-not that Crow was biased.

She also had his brown eyes, though her hair was too sparse to know if it was as dark as his or brown like Reva’s. Crow took in their daughter’s gently pointed ears, identical to Reva’s, and the chin that resembled his own. The baby cooed and Reva lifted the child from her chest to stare thoughtfully at her. True names needed to fit the individual, and he was too overcome with the new, euphoric love to think clearly enough for such an important task. They hadn’t spoken of names before-they couldn’t without seeing the child. “We’ll know it when it comes to us,” Crow replied, placing a kiss on her temple. His gaze drifted from the baby to Reva’s emerald eyes and back again. Sweat coated her face, her brown hair clinging to her forehead, but she had never looked more beautiful. “What name do you think fits her?” Reva asked in a tired voice.Ĭrow shifted closer on the large, four-post bed and wrapped his arm around the love of his life. The small, wrinkled baby on Reva’s chest had taken a single breath and, with it, his soul.

Life was full of beautiful moments, though few as precious as the birth of a daughter.Ĭrow had known when Reva told him she was pregnant that his life would be permanently brighter. This book may not be used or reproduced in any manner without written permission from the author. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.