Chapter Four“This is so gross,” Will pinched the end of his nose and stared down at the soiled nappy in front of him.
“Here, quick!” Hema thrust a scented sack towards him, giggling as Will stuffed the offending item inside.
“Why do I always get the poo-ey ones?”
“She was sick on me yesterday,” Hema said apologetically, “aw, just look how she is staring at you! Definitely a Daddy's girl.”
Will grinned at Esme: his daughter, his little girl, his princess. He still couldn't believe that he had helped make her, he felt like he was dreaming and anytime now, Hema would pinch him back to reality. She was definitely his though, she had the Bentley dimples and her Nana's pointed ears. Everything else in her genetic make-up came from Hema of course; the golden eyes and dark, wavy hair. He felt
