Poppy lay in the bed, looking drawn, her hair frazzled and her cheeks pale. The midwife brought over the swaddled baby, holding him gently. "Say hello to your beautiful baby boy."
A small smile played on her lips and she took the baby, her hand brushing his forehead. "Look, Craw," she said after a moment, her voice weak. "Look. He has your hair."
She watched the baby adoringly, shifting slightly in the bed for a moment. "Do you want to hold him?"
