"It is lighter than yours, so I guess that must be the case," he said as he leaned down, picking him up. Timothy babbled happily away as he lifted him in the air, one hand settling behind his head as he held him close to his side. "Hello little one," he greeted with a smile. The last baby he'd held was Seth, and he often found himself wondering how he had fared. "Are you as cheeky as your Mother, then?" He asked as he met the gaze of the curious eyes looking back at him. One little hand gripped his finger.
"He is very beautiful, Maryanne. You're blessed, truly." And yes, she may have spent a few weeks in a prison, but if anyone could say that was something you could get over, it was him.