This close, he couldn't without knocking her over or startling her badly. Which he wouldn't do, especially since she was holding Amy.
"Becky," Her name was spoken as a pained protest. "I-" He wanted to her hold her. He really did. But she was so tiny and fragile and it just seemed wrong, even if he was careful.
Wrong and unfair. Both he and Robbie were dead. If one of them should get a chance to hold Amy, it should be Robbie, not him.
But he couldn't push her away, not with her looking at him like that. "Hey princess," he said, holding out his arms hesitantly. Not because he was afraid of reading her. He was just afraid of scaring her. He knew how to hold babies. They had tons of younger cousins.
Still, he was more careful than he had to be. Just because it made him feel better. If he made her cry, she was going right back to Becky.
And he was gone. It would be a sign from God if he made her cry just by picking her up.