Kansas, Ice and Jinx stood shoulder-to-shoulder, staring down at the crib. They were way the f**k out of their element here, and they knew it, but they were going to get Zee’s baby girl the nicest damn crib in the place. If only they knew what the hell they were looking for.
To their relief, the changing table had been straightforward – it was just a table that extended out from some shelves for stuff like diapers and cream and clothes. Even the high chair had been easy enough: they’d just picked the most expensive one, one with all the bells and whistles, like a sliding tray, shoulder and waist straps, decorated and with padded backs that could be changed. But the crib was a whole different thing, and they were feeling the pressure.
Jinx turned from the crib to the other men. “This one
