Pippa flopped back in Bea's arms and Bea held her in her lap, pressing kisses to her head. "Every time I see you, you get more beautiful," she cooed to the puppy. "How is that possible? You must take that after your daddy."
She lay back in the bed and Pippa moved to rest her hand on Bea's stomach. She smiled as the dog nuzzled her there. "There's your little brother or sister there."