Greg sat, holding Bailey. The infant dozed comfortably in her father's arms, while he found himself unable to tear his gaze from her.
Molly approached quietly, and reached out wordlessly, as Greg, seeing her from the corner of his vision, handed over the empty bottle.
"I think we've a daddy's girl on our hands," Molly commented lightly, as she took the empty bottle from her husband.
"Dunno," Greg replied, his gravelly voice barely above a whisper, "She seems quite fond of her mum as well…"
"Not like she is with you," Molly said simply, as she carefully nestled herself next to Greg. "She settles faster with you, I've noticed."
"Not MUCH faster," Greg protested. He carefully moved an arm to let Molly settle under it. He smiled, having both of his girls nicely in his embrace.
"MMM, I could see how she could get used to this," Molly murmured, just before she failed to hold back a yawn.
"I've gotten a bit used to it myself, actually," was his reply. Bailey stirred, prompting Molly to bring her hand up to settle her.
"Never would have thought this two years ago," Greg finally said, after a contented silence. "Best days or worst, but when I come home, now I have not just you, but our daughter too."
At this, Molly smiled, blithely.