Chapter 58

And she wasn’t impressed.

But then Erik was tired of waiting. She’d been pulling herself up to stand using furniture—and people’s legs, and the buggy, and street furniture, and just about anything else she could grasp in her sticky little mitts—for weeks. But the minute it came to actually going anywhere, she’d dump herself back on her bum and shuffle across the carpet on her arse.

Not only would she not crawl, she wouldn’t skip it entirely and walk.

He’d tried everything. He’d tried bribing her with food and toys. He’d tried putting her repeatedly on her hands and knees. He’d even managed to get her to doggy paddle in the holiday pool in Valencia. She knew how to crawl, damn it!

And. She. Wouldn’t.

“She’s stubborn,” Andreas said beatifically when Beatriz turned her back and once more stretched up to him with a whine. He stooped and picked her up, and Erik sighed.

“She’s obnoxious.”

“She’s yours.”

“Oh no, that is all you…”