Ben came out of the kitchen holding both the bottles, “Here,” he gave me one then crouched down next to my daughter. He made funny faces at her, which made her smile and kick her legs excitedly. I heard Ann and Maria catch their breaths behind me and then they broke out in sweet ‘ows’ which Billy responded with a snort. Ben then stayed silent for a few seconds like he was waiting for something. And with a louder squeal she stretched her arms out to him.
Ben’s face lit up as he picked her up. He cradled her in his arm and then gave her the bottle. I stared at him, a little confused by the little scene. “That was weird... are you sure the temp is right?” I asked still eyeing them in confusion.
“I used my natural heat. Microwaves aren’t that good for children,” he spoke with a baby voice b
