“Sometimes babies just look a little different at first. Remember what the nurse said?” Anna tilted her head, her wide eyes searching his face for reassurance. “But her hair is so red,” she said softly, almost to herself. “And ours is yellow.”
She picked at Floppy’s ear, her brow furrowed in thought. “Maybe she’s from somewhere else.” James’s heart ached at her innocence. He ruffled her hair gently. “She’s from here, Anna. From Mommy and me. And she’s perfect, just like you are.”