"Oh, you're gorgeous," Jemma sighed appreciatively, quickly sorting out which one was the tea and handing the coffee back as Eleanor squeaked and gurgled, grabbing a handful of Daisy's hair. Dangerous to allow, Jemma knew, chances were good that any moment it would be yanked on, but she let it be for now.
"Maybe save the illegal activities until she's at least one," she teased. Mostly she was just glad her daughter was getting a chance to know Daisy. She'd been gone from town before Jemma had learned she was pregnant. "She's still a couple of days shy of eight months yet."