Noah, who had switched back into cuddly dad mode, was softly rocking Tess and wiping her mouth with a baby wipe. “You’re not a demon,” he said, with a kiss to the top of her head. “You’re a little hero.” He tossed the wipe into a nearby trashcan, then headed toward our building. “We’re going home to get you cleaned up. Then Daddy’s giving you extra treats for being such a super baby and defeating the bad guy.”
