He bent his head to kiss his daughter's cheek.
She was asking for me.
Really.
She can't talk yet,
Kevin informed his father.
She's only six weeks old.
She's very advanced for her age. Smart, like her mama.
Smart enough to know a sucker when she sees one.
They made such a picture,
she thought, the big man with a boy at his side and a baby in his arms. Her picture, she thought, and smiled.
Come here, Luna.
She wants to go the party, too,
Kevin declared, reaching up to stroke a finger over his sister's cheek.
Sure she does. That's what she told me.
Oh, Dad.
Grinning, Nathaniel ruffled Kevin's hair.
I could eat a pod of whales, mate. How about you?
Aye, aye.
Kevin made a dash for the parlor.
Come on, come on, everybody's
waiting.
I've got to do this first.
Nathaniel leaned over his daughter to kiss Megan.
Jeez.
With a roll of his eyes, Kevin headed for the noise, and the real fun.
You're looking awfully pleased with yourself, Megan murmured.
Why shouldn't I? I've got a beautiful wife, a terrific son, an incredible daughter.
He
ran his knuckles over Megan's pearl choker.
What else could I ask for? How about
you?
Megan lifted her hand to pull his mouth back to hers.
I've got the moon and the
stars.