Forty-Four
Carl stood next to Sophie’s cot and gazed down at his sleeping daughter. It seemed to him that she only did two things: sleep and feed. He corrected himself. No, she did three things. She also snuffled and snorted loudly enough to wake him up in the middle of the night.
He wondered when she’d be awake long enough for him to enjoy holding her. The only time he got to play with her was when it was his turn to give her a bath, and that was always tempered with his concern for holding her correctly so she wouldn’t drown or hurt herself in any way. Whenever he undressed her for a bath, he was amazed at how tiny she was, and always wondered how she would ever grow into a woman like her mother.
Nina came in and stood beside him. ‘Is this how you’re going to spend your time off?’
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