I shake my head, smiling, but set the tray aside as Christos recovers the baby with a low, rumbly laugh. “I’ve got my hands full of snacks I won’t rescue you from that baby, Yummy.” Ian looks up at me with an expression of confusion, as if he has no idea what he’s doing holding a baby in his arms. He’s frowning, as if he doesn’t know what to do with the creature. My smile fades when I see Christos hand the baby over to Ian. Look at that.” I nudge her to look at Christos with the baby in his arms. This girl is dying for a baby, or the stork might already be on the way. I carry Becka’s book to the kitchen and set it aside while Bryn and I get everything ready to take out to the dining table. “Here, hold him while I help Sara,” Bryn tells her husband. “Is this her book?” I glance at the book that Christos hands over, and my heart swells in pride when I read Becka’s initials and last name on the cover.
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