"Well you're doing it!" she snapped before she could stop herself.
Damn that goofy grin on his face. She was mentally pouting about how cute he looked as he felt his little girl kicking his hand. How was she supposed to be mad when he looked like that?
And then he was stroking her hair- completely playing dirty. Her eyes fell closed. "We can't live in fear," she said quietly, loving the feeling of his hand in her hair.