She grinned and held out her arms. “You have to finish your breakfast first,” Ivy told her. Her lower lip wobbled, and I reached into her seat and pulled her out anyway. “You can’t just give her everything she wants.” Ivy scolded me. “Why not?” I asked. “That’s what Braeden does for you.” “He’s got ya there, baby,” B said, coming up behind her to wrap his arm around her shoulders.
