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She lets out another cry, blinking wide blue eyes up at us She opens and closes her h

“She looks exactly like you,” I tell him From her dark hair, to her pouty lips, she’s one-hundred percent Xander’s daughter

“She has your nose, though, thank God for that,” he jokes

“I like your nose” He broke it when he was younger and it’s never been the saives him character

She stretches out her hand and he chuckles “She has big hands Maybe she’s going to be a football player like her daddy”

I narrow my eyes on him “And maybe she’ll want to be a stripper? Did you ever think about that?”

He glares back atbut that”

I shrug and kiss her war she wants Even a stripper”

“And Daddy says we’ll discuss this more later”

I laugh, rubbing her plump cheek “She’s so chunky and perfect,” I murmur

“Come here, Dad,” Dr Hawkins instructs “Why don’t you cut the cord?”

Xander takes the strange looking scissors, looking at them quizzically “I don’t want to hurt her”

“It’s fine Just cut there” Dr Hawkins points to the area and Xander cuts the umbilical cord

The baby gives a little cry and Xander rubs her head “I’irl I know it’s probably so scary here”

“We need to clean her up,” one of the nurses says, covering the baby with a blanket and plucking her off my chest