“And don’t forget to support her head.” “I will support her head.” “And don’t—” “For fuck’s sake, Carter, I know how to hold a damn baby!” “Geez,” he mutters, gently shifting Ireland into my arms. “Someone’s testy.” “I swear to God I will rip your balls off and you’ll never father another child again. Now shut up, sit down, or get out of my face.” He sinks down beside me without another word, cowering from my stare like a scared little boy.
