Chapter 10 - LILY’S FIRST BIRTHDAY (EPILOGUE)

Two months later, we celebrated Lily’s first official birthday party.
We didn't rent a extravagant hall or hire catering. We kept it simple: our backyard, a smash cake painted with pink frosting, fairy lights strung through the trees, and the people who truly loved us.
When it came time for Lily to blow out her single birthday candle, my father held her up near the cake while Evan and I stood on either side.
"Alright, sweetie," Evan whispered, helping her hold the little plastic spoon. "Make a wish."
Lily didn't care about wishes. She just slammed her tiny fist directly into the pink frosting, smearing it all over her nose, her cheeks, and her dress, letting out a loud, victorious squeal that made everyone in the yard break into roaring laughter.
Jenna snapped a photo with her camera, catching the exact moment: Lily covered in pink cake, surrounded by people who loved her unconditionally, her eyes sparkling with pure, unfiltered joy.
Later that evening, after the guests had left and the fairy lights were turned off, I sat in the darkened nursery, gently rocking Lily to sleep in my arms.
Her head rested heavily against my collarbone. She breathed soft, warm, rhythmic breaths, her small hand loosely holding onto my pinky finger.
I looked down at her tiny wrist—the delicate little-bird bone that used to make me hold my breath in fear. It was strong now. She was growing, thriving, and moving forward on her own curve, at her own pace, surrounded by a shield of love that no toxic force could ever break again.
I leaned down and whispered into her soft hair:
"You will never have to earn my love, sweet girl. You will never have to be bigger, smaller, smarter, or better for me to proud of you. You are loved simply because you are you."
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Lily let out a quiet sigh in her sleep, cuddling deeper into my arms.
Outside the window, a gentle late-summer rain began to fall, washing away the dust of the old season, making way for a clean, bright, and beautiful future.