Birth
Erin laughed softly at Holtz’s comment, her gaze never moving away from Rory. “Aurora…. I like that.” She said, smiling at the baby girl in her arms. “Aurora Hedy Gilbert. My beautiful baby girl.”
Very carefully, Erin leaned forward to press a soft kiss to her daughter’s forehead, careful not to wake her. She was feeling very tired herself, but she simply couldn’t bring herself to let go of her girl just yet. “I think she has my nose.” She giggled a little, before finally casting just the quickest glance at Holtz. “I think she looks a little like you, somehow. Is that weird?”
Holtz watched Erin kiss her daughter, and it took everything she had not to cry at the simple gesture. God, she’d kill for the two of them. It wasn’t even a dramatic statement. If anyone, anything, tried to ruin what was in front of her, they’d be destroyed. Holtzmann would make sure of it.
At Erin’s words, she gave the brunette a teasing confused look, peering at Rory’s little face. “Nah, she’s got too much Erin in there. But I don’t know… maybe I’ve been around you so much that she picked up some of my features. If she’s an amazing dancer, then she definitely did.” She joked.
She watched the two of them for a moment, wanting nothing more than to stay in this moment forever. She knew she’d never felt this much love before. It was so overwhelming, but not in the way that would usually upset her. It was like she was overwhelmed with peace, like she didn’t care what else happened for the rest of her life, as long as this would never end.
“You look good with her.” She whispered to Erin. “You look… like you were always meant to hold her. You look so beautiful.”
“Are you implying I’m not a good dancer?” Erin mock-gasped at her, before looking back at Rory. “Don’t listen to Holtzy, baby. Mommy is an amazing dancer. If you’re gonna be a dancer when you grow up just know you got all those skills from me.”
Giggling, Erin felt her heart melt a little at Holtzmann’s next words. Her girlfriend was right, at least in reading the mood. Erin felt amazing, holding Rory, her daughter. All the fears she had about motherhood were still there, but they were muted, pushed to the background. It was as if nothing mattered in this world, nothing but Rory and Holtz, her own little family. “I feel the same way...”