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[takecourage]

Mostly, what she does is stare. She holds Edie in her arms and she feeds her or she sleeps and she just...stares at her. Mostly, she's trying to figure out how something so utterly perfect can have come from her. Danny, she can believe it of, but her? What she do to deserve something like this. A few days after Edie is born, Alex lets Danny start texting people, letting them know that they can come and visit, if they want to. She installs herself in the sunroom with Edie wrapped in a blanket in her arms and she rocks, slowly, and she feels, for the first time in her life, like she's something entirely new.

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[more_magic]

"Yeah," he says, because she isn't wrong. He'd lived in hope for years, a whole childhood of infrequent visits and overheard arguments, then written both his parents off in the anger and grief of his grandfather's death. Now, with Edie here, it feels like a chance--maybe too late, too lost--for something new.

Looking down at Edie, he smiles. "And she slept right through...all of that, probably," he says, going back to where Alex is sitting, bending a little to show her Edie fast asleep in his arms. "Must be nice, to be so easily unconcerned."

[takecourage]

"Guess that's one of the benefits of being brand new, huh?" says Alex, reaching out to stroke the top of Edie's head with her free hand. "You can be really, really chill until the moment you're not."