She walked over, carefully holding the baby behind his back and head, and giving him to Tsung to hold. Her son wasn't too happy about leaving his mother's shoulder and started fussing, but he calmed down as soon as Tsung held him, his large brown eyes staring up at him.
Sonya kept her hands at her sides, taking a seat on the sofa. She didn't want to admit that her arms were suddenly aching to hold Danny again, even though she'd just held him a second ago.