Derek hummed softly in approval and nosed along the side of her face as his hands settled more firmly on her hips, needed to touch, to reclaim what was his. She smelled like herself, but overlaid with baby powder and milk which was different, but not revolting.
"Good. He's a good kid. Strange, but...harmless, I think. He wants to build a garden." He pursed his lips, pressed them lightly against her cheekbone. "Would you rather I make him babysit instead?"