He was too scared to touch, never mind hold her. Everything was perfect. Fine blonde hair, blue eyes closed just now in sleep. His own miracle.
“Go on, bring her over. She won’t break.”
Resting his stick against the cot, he fumbled his clumsy grasp round the sleeping baby. He’d never been so terrified. She weighed nothing. A tiny, starfish hand escaped the wraps and he touched her palm. Her fingers closed around his heart in an eternal grip.
Kou turned to face his wife, his first love. Drou smiled at his shock.
“Aren’t we clever? Delia, meet your Da.”