Adam joined Adam Adama and their newborn child on what was left of the Domitikan platform.

     "Hand her over," Adam said.

     "I think I might want to fight over her a little first," Adama said. "That might be fun."

     "You'll hurt the child."

     "Nothing can hurt this child."

     Adam moved quick as lightning.

     One moment the baby was in Adama's arms, the next in Adam's. Adam couldn't quite believe it. He now held the child he'd spent the entire fifteen billion years of his life seeking. He gazed upon the face of his daughter for the first time. Pale, almost white, skin. Blue eyes. What few hairs she had on her head curled into a wisp of a forelock.

     She gurgled and reached up in an attempt to touch her father's nose. So cute.

     I love you, Galatea, Adam said silently to his daughter with a voice that emerged from the depths of his soul.  

​     From this moment on, I pledge my life to protecting yours. 

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