Soon enough, Luke arrived home. He carried Abi into her room, laying her gently on the bed. Taking off her little boots, he carefully covered her and just stood there stroking her hair. She was a miracle-that's what she was. The doctors had told him not to expect the baby to live, but she had been born with Sara's zest for life and Luke's stubborness and had surpassed their expectations. Of course the warnings from the doctors still consumed his thoughts. She had been born so early, with so many problems. It was bound to effect her in some way... But thus far, she was fine- a healthy, beautiful six-year-old... and Luke silently vowed to do everything in his power to keep her that way.