"He kind of is, yeah. At least I think so." Sam grinned. He pulled Anne to him, led her to the big chair in the room. He sat down and pulled her into his lap while she bonded with their son. He remembered a time when she'd come to him and sat with him like this and wanted to stay in his lap forever.
She'd get no arguments from him.
He ran his hand gently up and down her back and watched Aidan sleep in his mother's arms and Sam relaxed for this first time since his son drew breath.