“Let me help you, Mama,” he murmurs quietly, reaching for my squalling infant. My eyes bounce between his before I nod and let him take her from me. There’s something about this man that causes the women in my family to just swoon over him, and my four-month-old isn’t immune to his charms either apparently, as she stops fussing almost immediately. She nuzzles into his chest, his large hands looking even more impressive spanned across my infant's back and cupping her diapered bottom. She yawns broadly and I can’t help the half-hearted scowl that I send her way, the little traitor.
