Chapter 8

“Uh-oh—”

The first whimper was astonishingly loud from something so small, and just like that, Andreas was awake. His head came up off the cushions, his arms tightened around the bundle, and he shifted forward as though he was going to get up. Erik caught his shoulders and slid in behind him, kissing the side of his neck.

“Want a hand?”

“You take her,” Andreas mumbled sleepily—but the whimper had already quieted, and the flailing limbs had tucked themselves back around the chubby body. Daringly, Erik wrapped his arms around his partner, and slid them right under their daughter.

“She’s so heavy,”he marvelled.

Andreas relaxed back into him.

“Is this you still scared to pick her up?”

“I’ll get used to it,” Erik whispered reverently.