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Jonah held the bundle in his arms as if it were a bomb that might go off at the slightest jostling. The bundle stared back at him, unblinking, and he had no idea who was gonna win this apparent game of chicken.
Samantha smirked. “She won’t break, Uncle Jonah.”
He didn’t believe his sister. “She’s barely bigger than a football.”
“With lungs to rival Coach Bates when she’s fussy,” Griff declared.
Jonah winced. Their old high school football coach had probably been a drill sergeant in a former life. “Good thing she’s cute.”
“That’s part of the genius of biology. They’re beyond adorable, so it gives you a Swiss cheese memory for the hard parts.” But Sam’s smile was soft.
“I can’t believe how much she’s grown already.” Rachel leaned in to press a kiss to Rory’s head, lingering with a
