Sully was completely frozen, staring down at the little girl in front of him. She was wearing a stained onesie that might have been pink once upon a time. Her head was covered in dark curls; her eyes were dark; her mouth was a perfect rosebud. She was sitting in her crib looking up at him, and the look on her face was pure sweetness. She had her arms out, extended to him, begging for a hug.
Begging to be loved.
Everything in his massive body crumbled. Without even one second of conscious thought, he picked her up.
“Hey!” The woman in this place was even more disagreeable than the first two they’d met. “No touching!”
He turned on her, tightening his grip on the tiny body now curled up warm and safe on his broad chest. “This one.”
“No touching!” the woman insisted. “Put it down!”
“Her
