“Oh, hey, did you get my message?” he asked, referring toDarwin.
“I did. Thank you. How’sourgirl?”
“Yeah, you know, so damn needy. She’s just me, me, me. Talk about afreeloader.”
It was a lot of tough talk coming from his mouth, especially seeing as his adoring smile told another story. Finn leaned down and kissed me before transferring the baby to my arms. And then, as if he couldn’t quite get his fill of his little girl, he ran his finger over her smooth cheek andbeamed.
“I take it all back. She’s fierce, just like hermommy.”
“Yeah, well, let’s hope junior here gets everything else from you… except the curls, of course. Those youcankeep.”
“See, you say you don’t like my locks, but your actions speakotherwise.”
“Believe what you will,” I said, shrugging. It wasn’t easy to portray such indifference when we both knew I loved his hair like noother.
“And stop calling her junior,” Finn complained. “You know I hate that. I still can’t believe you talked meintoit.”
“Oh, quit your bitching. It’s the perfect name and youknowit.”
Then gazing down upon the snoozing baby in my arms, I smoothed a few silky strands on her tiny head and whispered, “Isn’t that right,Indiana?”
