“Just make sure fuck all happens,” Mike grunted. “I didn’t sign up to be a dad.”
Andreas chuckled as he pulled the bottle free, and held up their round, well-fed offspring.
“Just for that,” he said, “you can hold her first.”
Mike groaned, Lauren complained, and Jo called him unfair.
Erik simply watched, grinning, as Mike begrudgingly did as he was told. 6
Andreas tapped his pen against the table, and stared absently out of the window.
It was a bright morning. Absolutely freezing, but the sun was blazing away in a clear blue sky, and if not for the liberal layer of frost in the shadows of the house, he could have mistaken it for warm outside.
It was mornings like this that Andreas missed home the most.