Mar 11, 2020
Julia Morgan Stark-Potts | “You are my sunshine.”
Tony reached out and touched the baby's cheek with a curled index finger. How soft! And not just soft, but pure, as if almost translucent. It could have been her raw skin glowing pink with heat which made it seem radiant. The answer didn't matter, the one time it didn’t. What mattered was her. Nothing else in whole the world held a candle to his baby girl.
He glanced at Pepper. Even with sweat matting her ginger hair to her forehead, even in the frazzled state such a massive and painful ordeal left her in, her smile warmed Tony's heart.
“What are we going to call her?” she asked.
"I'm still kinda partial to Morgan," he suggested.
