"Heh," he muttered. "You're not playing fair and you know it, Sis." When her fingers got too close to his mouth, Colin shifted his grip so he could support her with one arm and carefully redirect her hand else where. "Sorry, princess. No. Uncle Colin has ouchies there."
Without thinking, he pressed a kiss to her little forehead. No visions, just the gut wrenching feeling of how wrong and unfair this was, no matter how much he'd always wanted it. Wanted to hold Amy, wanted to be her doting uncle and godfather. Hell, someday he'd even wanted his own family.
Now, none of that would happen. Not beyond this moment.