She turned to see him standing there with her daughter. He looked so at peace. She had to turn away for a moment when she felt tears start to tell up in her eyes. There was such a sweetness to him.
The baby adjusted herself to get comfortable when she was picked up, but she didn't wake up. She just snuggled into his warmth and stuck her fist into her mouth. She had a bad habit of that. She didn't quite suck on her thumb, just her hand.
Hannah pressed a hand to her belly for a moment, trying to will the butterflies to go away, not butterflies, no more like Norwegian Ridgebacks fluttering around in her gut. She'd never been so nervous, perhaps it had been foolish to bring the baby, Megan would have watched her. She didn't just have herself to consider anymore. She couldn't just be willy nilly with her affections. It effected her daughter now too. She wasn't sure what to do or how to feel about that fluttery feeling.
Finally she composed herself enough, she came back out into the living room with a small smile, "I can take her if she's too heavy."