EPILOGUE
Eight months later
In the spirit of managing expectations, Datu decided this afternoon was going to be a handful.
Still, he was confident with his experience, and he felt a smug smile tug at the corners of his lips as his skillful hands worked with the equipment. He’s got this.
“All right…” he mumbled, locking gazes with the beautiful, tiny human strapped to his chest. “It’s showtime, Jelly Belly.”
With a flourish, he lifted the bottle of formula in the air and shook it vigorously, rolling his body along. He was hardly a decent dancer, but a six-month old didn’t need to know that. Besides, judging by the way little Amihan giggled and cooed, he was doing an A+ job.
“Okay now, one last thing.” Amihan’s dark brown eyes gleamed with anticipation as Datu turned the bottle over an
