When I snicker, he turns to face me, red cheeks and all. He’s embarrassed. Maybe he’s human after all. “I keep finding you holding my baby.” I force my voice to sound stronger than I feel. His big hand takes up her entire back, and he holds her so delicately as she sleeps snugly against his chest, and I swear something in mine cracks. “Sorry,” he starts. “I heard her and didn’t want her to wake you up.”
