“Fisher …” She frowned before leaning over to kiss Claire’s tiny cheek as she rested on my chest in the recliner.
“You’ve been spoiled. Most working moms don’t get to wear their babies to work. You can’t wear her to a birth. So just go before the baby arrives without you.”
Reese had been so spoiled that way. She looked like a woman from Ghana wearing Aiden and now Claire to work … magically tied to her with some long piece of material. And that worked for clinic days when no one was in labor.
After she kissed Claire, she hovered over my face, surrendering enough of her pouty demeanor to offer me a tiny grin because she knew I was right.
“She won’t take a pacifier, so don’t even try.”
“I know.” I smiled. “She’s like her dad … only the real deal will satisfy her.”
I managed to squeeze a bigger smile from her as she rolled her eyes.
“Are you going to kiss me?”
She slowly rubbed her lips together, teasing me as usual. “I’m thinking about it.”
The End