Mike and Ginny 44
44. I don’t know why I’m crying
“I don’t know why I’m crying.”
Mike’s shoulders creep up towards his ears as he shifts the tiny, swaddled bundle in his arms. He moves his gaze to Ginny in the hospital bed, who looks exhausted and gorgeous and she’s…laughing at him?
“Are you laughing at me, Gin?”
Ginny lets out a giggle and nods. “You’re such a softy, old man. I didn’t even cry.”
Mike rolls his eyes and looks back down at their daughter. Ginny did cry, but Mike’s not idiot enough to mention that, not after 30 hours of labor. “Whatever Baker. So I’m a softy? Who cares. She’s perfect. We made something so perfect. And I never thought this would be my life.”
Their daughter coos softly in his arms just as Ginny makes an almost inaudible sound. He looks up in time to see Ginny turn and wipe her face quickly.
Mike smiles at her knowingly when she turns her face back towards them.
“Shut up, Mike.”