“Are you sure?” Erik asked, for probably the fifteenth time.
Andreas levelled him with the world’s most unimpressed stare. Honestly, he could give the cat a run for its money.
“I’m sure,” he said. “I need some peace and quiet, you need to be the only line of defence for once instead of expecting me to take over when the going gets tough.”
Erik eyed the pram dubiously. Beatriz had turned six weeks old, and he was due back at work in a fortnight. So when Andreas had decided he needed a day at Lauren’s spa, Erik had decided to take Beatriz round in the pram and show her off to all the staff.
Only they’d made the decision last night, while Andreas had been cuddling her to sleep on their bed. When taking care of a baby had seemed as easy as making sure there were a couple of bottles made up
