"What a relief," Dylan said. Kate wasn't sleeping well in the night. He knew she missed her mom. And formula? Was not a substitute for break milk. Well, it was. It had to be. But. It wasn't at all, or even close, to the same thing.
Not that Dylan knew. He was pretty sure his mother hadn't breast fed him. He was pretty sure his mother hadn't nurtured him much at all. And it showed. If Christina thought Kate was screwed up because she was the active mother figure in the little one's life, well. She had no idea just how screwed up Little Kate was compliments of her genetics.
But that was a conversation for...well, hopefully never, but another time at the very least. It wasn't a conversation Dylan wanted to have. It had been hard enough to tell Emma. He sure as hell wasn't going to tell a stranger about his crossed bloodlines.
"Thanks. For putting her down," he said. Christina had really stepped up, and stepped in to help Dylan with the baby. He'd be completely lost without her.