"I have no idea what you're talking about." One arm wrapped loosely around Enola's waist, Jamie shifted a little to make them both more comfortable.
"It's not bad at all, is it? I mean it's kind of cool when you look back and see how we've been handling it, I'd say we're doing pretty good. Despite the feeding, vomiting and diaper incidents we're still alive. All three of us."
He'd wanted to add sane but bit it back since he hadn't quite confirmed his own sanity yet. Every time he watched his daughter sleep or speed crawl across the flat, his level of paranoia spiked into unknown heights.
She made him irrational and made him want to do dangerously stupid things, which was why he'd made it a habit to have something else at hand with which to distract his mind when Enola wasn't around to kick him in the head when he had that look on his face. The other 'that look'.