Chapter 125. Epilogue

JUNE

Peering down at my baby, I tried not to shed a tear. Martha Mary Storm was the name Kristen gave to her, in honour of the two women who played significant roles in our life.

I tenderly caressed her red hair, which was so much like her father's. The only thing she picked after me was her honey-brown eyes.

She produced noises in her throat, and I did the same, inducing her to giggle like a darling. It has been 6 months since I gave birth to my baby. Favour and Henry literally live with us. They do nothing else in their leisure aside from spending time with their granddaughter, who I have no doubt will be spoiled rotten.

It doesn't help matters that Mark adores her. He's always getting presents for her, declaring to be the best uncle she can ever have.

He hasn't found a girlfriend yet, though he insisted he wasn't in a haste to find one. I have sought countlessly to help him out, to ease my guilt, but he doesn't seem to want that. Kristen asked me to