Chapter 21
“Told you she’d be a girl,” George crowed when Tom came out of the bedroom holding the brand new baby wrapped in a blanket.
“You were right.”
“So pretty.” George held out his arms to take his sister. Tom was pleased his son was willing to hold the baby—some boys didn’t want any contact with their younger siblings. “Such tiny hands.” George sounded awed, and he stroked the little fingers with their perfect fingernails.
“They are.” It had been a long time since Tom had held an infant, and he’d forgotten how small they could be.
George touched her palm, and she closed her fingers around his. “She has such a tight grip!” He brought her hand to his mouth for a kiss, then another one, then paused. “Papa, what’s this?”
“What’s what?”
George turned Noelle’s hand gently. On her wr
