"Oh, look at her."
"She's beautiful, Josie dear."
"Blonde hair, blue eyes; she'll be winning beauty pageants before she can talk."
Mr Jackson tightened his grip on his wife's shoulder slightly and she looked at him, eyebrows raised.
"Now now, Josie dear, I don't think you should be thinking about pageants so soon. I mean, we know nothing about her." He paused and looked back at the baby. "And besides she looks a little undernourished."
"She's just thin Ron," Josephine Jackson protested. "Perfect for being a beauty queen. They're all thin Ron."
"I just don't want you to be pushing her dear."
"I wouldn't push!"
Ronald sighed and patted his wife's shoulder gently, looking around the corridor.
"Of course dear. Shall we find someone to talk to about adoption?"
Josephine Jackson didn't reply, just took her husband's hand and led him away, possibilities as numerous as the stars playing out in her mind.