He brought her to them, attached to oxygen and wrapped in a soft yellow blanket, and carefully placed her in Hannah’s arms. She’d never seen a smaller baby, and a pang of fear struck in the vicinity of her heart. “She’s going to be okay?” Hannah asked the specialist.

“She should be fine in a few weeks, but we’ll know more after we’re able to fully evaluate her.”

“Oh my God,” Nolan said. “Look at her. She’s so perfect.”

Hannah had to agree that she’d never seen anything more perfect than the tiny baby with the big eyes and the dusting of dark hair. “Hi, baby girl.” She caressed the baby’s soft cheek with her fingertip.

After some additional pressure when she delivered the placenta, Hannah was filled with new energy now that she had her baby in her arms. “I can’t believe she’s finally here.”

“What’s her name?” one of the nurses asked.

Hannah looked up at Nolan, who spoke for both of them. “Her name is Caleb Abbott Roberts after Hannah’s first husband and my close friend who died in Iraq. We’re going to call her Callie.”

“That’s a beautiful, unique name for a beautiful, unique little girl,” the OB said. “And a very special tribute to a fallen hero.”

Hannah had never loved Nolan more than when he’d suggested they name their baby after Caleb, whether they had a boy or a girl. They’d gone round and round about what they’d do if they had a daughter. Hannah wasn’t sure about naming a girl Caleb, but Nolan had insisted that calling her Callie would be perfect, and any daughter of Hannah’s would be strong enough to handle a different sort of name.

“Thank you,” Nolan said to the doctor. “We think so, too.”

“You want me to get your parents?” one of the nurses asked Hannah when the doctor had finished tending to her.

“If you wouldn’t mind.”

“Of course.”

Hannah couldn’t take her eyes off the adorable little face and the eyes that seemed to take it all in, even though Hannah knew she couldn’t actually see much of anything yet. “She looks so wise, doesn’t she?”

“I was thinking the same thing. She’s beautiful, like her mother.”

“And her father.”

“Thank you so much for her, Hannah. I’m so proud of you.”

She leaned her head against his shoulder. “I’m proud of us. We make a great team.”

“We sure do.”

“Thank you again for her name. I really love it, and I love you for suggesting it.”

“In all these months, I never had another name in mind for our child.”

A knock on the door preceded Molly and Lincoln into the room, both wearing huge smiles.

“Come meet your new granddaughter,” Nolan said.

“Oh, a girl,” Molly said, dabbing at her eyes.