Samantha Elizabeth Wyndam-Price Morgan was a month old and I was going crazy. Father to be was alot easier than being an actual Father; late night crying, smelly diapers, and a mother of my child who still didn't want to call our parents. I felt horrible every day I played with Sammy because I would think of my mother and how excited she'd be. Last time we'd talked I was running away from an apocalypse. Lilah and I's bundle of joy was truely spoiled. On the farthest wall was a ceiling to floor bookshelf with every book to help infant brain development. Lilah usually read her those while I would sneak her into my office to show her different demons. Lilah and I would take her to the beach or the park for some quality family time. Life was perfect until someone from my past showed up on our doorstep. When I saw her I couldn't speak.
'Nice to see you too Wesley.', hearing her speak forced me to realize she in fact was real.
"Hello Winifred."