Finn breathed a sigh of relief. "I was worried," he admitted. "I know we were all here today, I didn't want it to be too much for the baby. Or Quinn." He sighed. "It was kind of nice, us all being here. I bet Cici liked that."
He appreciated how the request was phrased, and he nodded eagerly. "Yeah, Mom put it in the attic, I really want Cici to have it. I can get it down tomorrow, maybe? We can set it up?"
"It's not much," he said. "Just a changing table, and a crib for when she's big enough, and a thing that you and Q can hook up to the side of your bed when she's real little." He shrugged. "And a cradle. I was gonna paint them all nice for Drizzle, but they're not painted now. I can help you with that, though, when you decide what you want her colors to be."