"Tara Summer, I'm fine. Walter Schmidt and I have come to terms with it. If it's not meant to be, we won't force it. I'll still cherish the life I have now. I have Walter, and that's enough..."
As she spoke, she gently touched the child's rosy cheek.
The atmosphere suddenly became a bit quiet, and Crossley Gibson furrowed her brows, speaking to change the subject: "Raleigh, why don't we ask Aunt Emily to be your godmother?"
She stood up and walked over, sitting next to Emma Benson, holding her daughter's hand.
Little Raleigh looked at her mommy, then at Emma Benson, and immediately nodded: "Okay, I want Aunt Emily to be my godmother!"
"Really?" Emma Benson's eyes lit up with joy, and she kissed the little girl's cheek.
"Yes, godmother." Little Raleigh was smart and not shy, calling out without hesitation.
"Raleigh is so good..." Emma Benson laughed out loud, incredibly happy, hugging the child tight while tears glimmered in her eyes.
