"Are you sure you can handle this?" Maggie asked, leaning against the counter with a knowing expression on her face. Her arms were crossed against her chest in the kind of look that Glenn knew was her trying not to prove she was right about something.
"Yep, no problem." Glenn carefully took Hershel from his mother's arms, and draped a spit cloth on his one shoulder. Laying the baby against that shoulder, he shuddered when he thought about exposing his son to his first bath. He was sure that the everyday task would be nothing in that moment, but so many things could go wrong. "Do you, uh, do you have the water in the sink already?"
Maggie nodded, stifling a laugh as she walked behind him, ready to help if something went wrong. "I do, and I also have his clothes laid out on the counter. Plus, an extra diaper and some pacifiers." Maggie was a staunch believer in soothing her son with the use of a pacifier when he got cranky.
Glenn nodded reluctantly before transferring Hershel to the sink that was already set up for his arrival. In that moment, Glenn almost preferred the mind-numbing chore of killing walkers than making sure his son stayed safe in the water. "Glad you know what's up-HEY!"
Turning to look at his thoroughly amused wife, she put her hand on her hip innocently. "What? Did I just-" she flicked more water in his face. "Do that?"
"Yeah, you did!"