Chapter 68. Amari

My eyes welled up as I kissed my baby for the first time. I was holding her in my arms. I can't help but to smile in tears. She was peacefully asleep.

"She looks like me," Carl said as he gazed down at the baby. I was the one struggling in my position.

"Stand up properly," I whispered with a hint of annoyance. "I'm the one having a hard time with your posture," I added.

"I got her lips. See," he said and poked her lips slightly while he was slightly pouting his lips. 

"Carl! I'll punch you. You see how dirty your hands are," I threatened.

"I washed them! I even used alcohol," he defended himself. "See, I sanitized it!" He even showed me his palms as if he wanted to prove that his hands were really clean.

I rolled my eyes at him. "Lower your voice! You might wake her up."

He just moved aside and quietly observed her. I couldn't help but notice a few similarities between us. I was happy that she took after me.

"She looks like an angel, doe