James hesitated for a fraction of a second, then nodded. “Yeah, she is,” he said, though his voice lacked conviction. He turned to look at Susy, wondering if she noticed what he did. But her expression was serene, her eyes filled with nothing but love as she watched their baby sleep.
Later that night, as James lay awake in bed, the doubts crept in again. He glanced at Susy, who was sound asleep beside him, her blonde hair spilling over the pillow. The image of the baby’s fiery red strands flashed in his mind, unbidden. He clenched his fists, feeling a flicker of guilt.