“What? But I’m not done! She’s just—” He hugs Ireland to his chest and frowns, twisting away when Olivia tries to take their daughter. “You can’t have her!” “Carter, give me the baby.” “No.” “Carter.” His brows knit so tightly, scrunching his forehead. With a huff, he turns toward me. “You have to be careful.” “I’ve already held her,” I remind him. “Well, don’t forget.” “I won’t forget.” “Sit on the couch. I don’t want you
