Deidre Claire Pierre was born and having her first meal. Devontè Pierre looked at his wife and his daughter and felt like if he could burst with joy. Clarissa looked at her husband the love and joy they felt was almost tangible.

Devontè sighed. "Those hours while you were in labor were the most frightening time of my life.

"I can only imagine."

"Yes." He smiled. "We're going to buy lots of toys for you and play everyday and have fun." He rubbed the back of his finger on her cheek, love shone in his eyes.

"How about kissing the new mummy?"

He grinned. "It would be my pleasure." Their lips touched and he blew her mind away. Deidre Claire began to whimper and they laughed together, a happy family.

The End.