Stephanie and Ranger are still Janet's.

"Perfect timing," Steph said, when I stepped out of the bathroom in only cargo pants, my feet and chest bare and my hair still damp from the shower. "You're up."

I felt a strong sense of disappointment as I watched her tug her tank top back down over her breast before kissing Olivia's forehead. I have many roles and titles in life, but the 'master burper' one Steph laid on me hadn't been a consideration. Her explanation had been an interesting one.

"Your hand covers her entire back. Two gentle taps and she's good. It takes me five minutes of rubbing, thumping, and pleading to get results."

I crossed the room and tossed my t-shirt onto our bed. I then pressed my lips to Steph's sleep-tangled curls before sliding one hand beneath Olivia's head and another under her lower body, bringing her to my shoulder.

My part in creating our daughter was minimal, and for the moment I can't do much to feed her, but I found out quickly that I do have my uses.