“Patrick, I’m sure you haven’t eaten a thing since breakfast. Put the baby down and finish your chicken,” Shelagh reproached. Angela was starting to fuss a bit, and her mother hoped to pre-empt the crying.

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“He won’t,” Timothy told her. “Dad’s afraid if he puts her down I’ll take her and then she won’t go back to him.”

“No, Timothy, I am not. Is it so wrong for me to want to hold my daughter for the few rare moments I have of peace?” Patrick cooed at the baby, trying to soothe her early fusses.

“You’re jealous that I’m her favorite,” Tim answered smugly.

“Timothy, you’re being ridiculous. Angela is two months old. She doesn’t have a favorite,” Shelagh admonished. Placing a pink blanket over her shoulder, she stepped up to her husband, and took the baby into her arms. Immediately Angela settled into a happy position, her head tucked into her mother’s shoulder, her tiny hand gripping her soft jumper. “Besides,” Shelagh laughed over her shoulder as she left the room, “if anyone’s her favorite, it’s me.”

Gloomy silence descended over the table. After a moment Tim groused, “How come she’s always right?”

“I don’t know, Tim. But think of it as good practice for when you’re married one day,” his father advised.