There was something to be said about newfound respect for baby wipes and an extra change of clothes, Christopher thought with amusement.
The little boy in his arms yawned and stretched his little arms, fists clenched like he was making a point; I am cute, but I am also strong. Christopher couldn’t help the smile that settled on his lips. His heart felt so full at that moment. It didn’t matter that the baby was not his own. Christopher already knew he would do anything to keep the boy safe and happy.
It was a strong emotion that had filled him and anchored itself around his heart. From the very beginning, he had been drawn to the child, but after hearing Jane’s story, Christopher was almost overwhelmed with the need to love and care for the little boy.
He continued to rock the baby gen
