I knew very well how warm and soft Smith's body was as I watched him sleep on Brian's large arm. Only when someone else held him did I ever think of how small he was.
"You look well," Brian said, Smith was holding onto his thumb, sleeping with his mouth open. "He's smaller than I thought he'd be... Small, just like you, Micah."
"He's just three weeks old," I muttered. "And I'm not small..."
Brian chuckled, glancing up at me over his glasses. I must've looked blurry. "You're not particularly large, is what I'm saying."
"Don't poke the tiger..." Kennedy nervously chuckled.
"Tiger?" Brian mocked, careful not to wake Smith. "He's a kitten..."
"You're not the first one to say that..." I grumbled.
"Must be true then..."
Had my baby not been in his lap, on his arm, I would have sma
