Wiping her rather tear-streaked cheek, Peggy smiled softly at her baby girl. She was far more grown up than she gave herself credit for. It seemed to her that Bucky expected it to all go away instantly and here was her daughter with a better idea of it all. "Thank you for being our daughter," she sniffled and squeezed her hand. "For all that you do and all the joy you've always brought to us. We love you so much, Mousey. Our miracle."