"My big boy," Finnegan murmured, voice a low rumble against Caspian’s chest as he scooped him up. Caspian immediately fisted a sticky hand in his father’s shirt, biscuit crumbs smearing the fabric. Finnegan didn’t so much as flinch.
Briar, still buckled in her high chair, let out a sharp, offended squawk. She puffed her cheeks out, eyes going glassy with outrage.
Finnegan huffed a genuine laugh that still didn’t quite reach his eyes and pointed at Leela. "Hand her to me."
"Someone is jealous," Leela said, smiling as she unlatched the straps.
She lifted Briar and passed her into his other arm. He adjusted his hold without effort, two solid toddlers settling easily against the breadth of his chest as if they weighed nothing.
"My Princess," he murmured into Briar’s curls, kissing the sof
