"Yeah." I give her a soft smile before motioning for Jake to join us. I start unbuckling Masie. "Um, this is my brother, Jake. He was here when you woke."
"Hi." Her eyes meet his before shifting back to the carrier.
My palms sweat.
What if she doesn't like her?
Can't connect.
Rejects her.
I hide those thoughts behind a blank expression.
No pressure.
No expectations.
We have nothing but time.
I coo at my daughter, temporarily forgetting the enormous burden of the moment. "Bella," I say, turning our baby toward her. "I'd like you to meet Masie."
"She's beautiful."
Because I'm cruel, here's 2 more :)