If there was anything that could have made Dahlia fall even deeper in love with Quin it was this moment. His face softened into a look that was all for Marigold and his gestures were as natural as any parent's. "She is." Dahlia breathed, leaning her head on his shoulder to stare down at the baby. She gave a tired smile against his shirt. "Nor can I." And truly she couldn't and yet at the same time she couldn't imagine Marigold not being there either.

"She has your mouth." Dahlia remarked with a soft smile, if Marigold looked like her father there would be nothing more perfect in the world, Dahlia thought.