"We're good," she told him. "Everyone is doing great." She shifted Aurelia. "Look, Aurie. It's your uncle Murphy." The baby was too young to actually respond, but she flapped her little arms and kicked her tiny feet.
Octavia smiled at her and lifted her gaze, and the smile, to Murphy. "I think she likes you. Want to hold her?" Because really. Octavia thought the sight of Murphy holding the baby would be adorable. For as rough and tumble as he was, he had a big heart.