Oh, fuck. Why did he have to come in here and be cute with her child? Why?
Michaela took the button, staring at it with wide eyes, and then looked up at Verity. "On me," she demanded, not even bothering to say please, just patting her dress with her little fingers and then waving the button at Verity.
"Please."
"Pwease."
Verity raised her eyebrows, balancing the little girl on her hip with one arm and trying to fasten the button on with the other. It took a few tries, but she got it and Michaela grinned. "Can you tell Mr. Warrington thank you, Mickey?"
"Fank you."
Verity chuckled, looking back up at him. "Thanks, Caleb."