“There’s Daddy!” Erik crowed, pointing. Beatriz screwed up her face uncertainly—then shrieked and flopped forward in his arms, her own outstretched pleadingly towards Andreas.
“Baba!” she shouted. “Baba-baba-baba!”
“Is that a word yet?” Erik asked hopefully as Andreas reached them, sweat streaming from his scalp and out of breath. He was gasping, and blew Beatriz a kiss before tipping his head back and sucking his water bottle dry.
“Ba-ba!” she screamed, her face beginning to go red.
“Patience, poppet, Daddy’s just got to change his T-shirt. He’s all nasty and wet, see?” Erik explained patiently as Andreas stripped off the soaked T-shirt and rummaged a towel out of the baby bag in the bottom of the pram. He dried his hair and upper body in brisk, rough motions, and stuffed the soiled t
