"You are my sunshine My only sunshine You make me happy When skies are grey You'll never know, dear How much I love you Please don't take my sunshine away."

I watched Nick, his body bent over a crib, doing his nightly routine to our baby. He had a beautiful voice and our baby loved it just as much as I did.

This song held so many memories and now it held so much more.

"The other night, dear As I lay sleeping I dreamt I held you in my arms When I awoke, dear I was mistaken And I hung my head and cried."

I leaned against the threshold of the door and watched intently to the scene before me. These memories were the ones that would live with me forever.

And even though it was meant to be bed time, our daughter giggled at her daddy's voice and I couldn't stand there any longer, I had to go and see them.

"She's meant to be sleeping." I said quietly, a smile prominent on my face.

"She will be asleep in a minute, won't you, Angel?" He stroked the face of our little girl and she leaned in to his touch. "She's just like you, Cathy."

"Smitten by you?" I asked. That girl was definitely a daddy's girl and I was okay with that. I loved to watch them talk- well, Nick talked and she gargled. I loved to watch Nick push her pushchair when we visited her grandparents, the way he rocked her to sleep when she cried.

He was too good to her.

We had wanted a baby, of course, but Nick was so scared that he couldn't be a good dad. He was so scared that something would happen, something that would leave her all alone in the big wide world.

As soon as we both saw her face and her big blue eyes, we were done for. The worry was still there every single day but it was totally worth it. I'd worry all my life just to see her happy and I knew Nick felt the same.

"Come on, leave her sleep." Sometimes I had to pull Nick away from her. He was just so obsessed by her and he couldn't leave her alone. It was a chore trying to get him to go in to his own bed and sleep, when all he wanted to do was keep telling her bed time stories, singing to her, talking to her as if they were the only people in the room.

Nick stood up and with one last look at our daughter, he turned the light off, leaving the night light on she loved so much.

We made our way back downstairs. I had started making dinner for Nick as it was only seven o'clock.

"Something smells nice." He murmured as he wrapped one arm around my waist. I snuggled in to his chest in the kitchen.

"How's the paintings?" I asked him. Even now, many years on, he loved to paint. Nick did go to Univeristy after all, he did three whole years in art school and came out with a degree, being one of the best in his class.

I was so proud of him.

The degree got him so far and everybody in town loved his paintings. We saved up more money and soon, we rented out a little part of the local gallery which held all of his paintings inside.

The paintings that held his happiness were the ones everybody came to see. He made painting emotions look so easy.

"It's doing well." He beamed my way. Nick kissed me excitedly on the nose before grabbing the plates and cutlery from the drawers. He set up the table and I watched his body move.

My desire for him still hadn't gone.

When dinner was done, I plated it up and we both sat down to eat, opposite one another. I loved our free time together because we could act like we did before our daughter was born.

Nick ate his food with his normal appreciation. He smiled through his bites of food as he looked to me.

"You're my perfect wife, you know that right?"

"Of course." I laughed. "Who would have thought Nick Abel was going to be a family man." I joked. Looking back to the way he was before and to the way he was now, the contrast was shocking. This man lived for me, lived for his daughter.

We lived just for him.

"Shut up." He rolled his eyes but he smiled nonetheless. "I was missing out on so much."

"Being a dad suits you." And it did.

"It's the best feeling in the world."

It truly was. This was the best feeling ever, to have a husband who I loved and a beautiful daughter who'd love me unconditionally too.

Suddenly, the door bell went. Nick shot up from the chair before I had chance to get up myself. He left the dining room and made his way to the front door.

I continued to eat my food with a content sigh.

"Where is she?" I heard my dad's voice come from the hallway.

"In here!" I shouted back. Damn, the baby was going to wake up.

"No not you." My father came in to view before me. He wore simple jeans and a white t shirt, his tattoos showing. Behind him was my mother, her new wedding band shining brightly. She looked like she was glowing. "Where's Birdie?"

"She's going to get confused, you call her Angel," I pointed at Nick. "And you call her Birdie."

Glenn shot a playful glare Nick's way.

"I'm her dad, I make the rules." Nick pointed a finger his way.

My mother laughed but she came to sit next to me on the dining room table. We hugged eachother and she kissed me on the cheek.

"How's your pelvic floor going?" She asked, with no shame involved. Did mum's ever have shame?

"Mum." I groaned. "They're going fine."

She was always making sure I was doing what I was meant to do. She knew as a new mother how difficult it could be. She wanted the best for my daughter as she feels she let me down massively. I didn't blame her, though, it was all my fault and how was she to know?

Finally, however, I had put all that to bed. At one point, I was able to visit John's grave, against Nick's advice. Yet, I felt so much lighter once I had. I had put us to bed, buried deeper than John was buried. It was all behind me and I was more than happy it was.

Glenn and Nick popped open a beer from the fridge.

"This is nice." Glenn stated. "To have a beer in your house, not mine." He clapped Nick on the back.

"Fu-" he stopped short. "I'm a dad now actually, I don't swear anymore."

We all laughed. Nick looked proud of himself.

"Where's Emily and Xavier? I haven't heard from them in almost a week." My mother mentioned.

"They're on holiday with Dean." Nick stated. I smiled when I thought about my best friends and their son. Dean was another person smitten with my husband.

"Enough of this chit chat, I want to see my granddaughter." Glenn went to lay his bottle on the island.

"We've just put her to sleep." I said.

"That's boring." Glenn frowned.

"She's a baby, dad." I laughed.

"So? I used to let you watch football with me at ungodly hours of the night."

"No wonder why I have problems." I joked. Nick laughed and I shot him a look. "Go and get her then, but if she gets grizzly in the morning, you can look after her."

"It's a done deal." Glenn said and I didn't have a chance to say another word as he was gone. I heard his foots stomping their way upstairs and his deep voice resonating even from upstairs.

Soon enough, he came barrelling downstairs with our little girl in his arms. She was surprisingly not too grizzly just haven woken up.

"Say hey to pops." Her hand held his finger and he shook it gently. "She's so cute."

My mother got up to coo over the baby too. Nick smiled as he watched the scene before us. He took a hold of my hand and squeezed.

God, I loved him.

I loved my little family.

And most importantly, I loved our daughter, our little baby girl.

Sonny Rose Abel.