“I never know how to acknowledge babies. He’s obviously here, and staring at me with those big brown eyes that resemble Mia’s, waiting for me to give him something. So I settle on a nod, an informal what’s up. Drool falls down his chin and onto his shirt. He’s not amused. I should’ve went bigger.”

“I never know how to acknowledge babies. He’s obviously here, and staring at me with those big brown eyes that resemble Mia’s, waiting for me to give him something. So I settle on a nod, an informal what’s up. Drool falls down his chin and onto his shirt. He’s not amused. I should’ve went bigger.”

— J. Daniels