“How’s my girl?” I ask, taking her from him to rub my nose on her plump cheek, absorbing the new-baby smell. “Excited to see her daddy.” Archer grins, petting her hair. He turns to the giant diaper bag he always totes around and pulls out a little beanie for her pretty curls. “But it’s freezing in here, so put this on her.” Talk about a mama bear—that’s been Archer since the hospital.
