And judging by the sly smirk on Erik’s face, it had been entirely on purpose.
“Git,” Andreas said, but didn’t have the heart to inject much venom into it.
“Guilty,” Erik said, and beamed up at him. “You want to resolve this screaming, or shall I?”
* * * *
The minute Andreas had tucked the pram safely behind the table, Erik held out his hands.
“Pass her here.”
Andreas rolled his eyes, but did as he was told.
They’d walked round to the carvery. It had been cold and windy, and Andreas had bundled Beatriz up in a puffy parka, so she resembled a fat starfish. It was the cutest thing Erik had ever seen in his entire life, and he itched to hold her.