Turning, Viggo hugs his brother, then plants a quick, soft kiss to the baby’s forehead, tenderly cupping her head as he does. A weird lump builds in my throat as I watch him. The baby’s cry dims and her eyes slip shut as Viggo swirls his fingers around her head, like a gentle scalp massage. He does it again, then another time. The crying stops. Her eyes flutter, then fall shut. Her mouth drops open for a tiny baby snore. She’s out like a light. Ren shakes his head as another Bergman joins the gathering, Viggo’s brother Oliver. “I tried that just two minutes ago,” Ren says in an indignant
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