My heart warms instantly.
"Calm down, Mommy will get it for you." I hold the teddy bear and hand it to him.
He grabs the little bear with such joy, hugging it to his chest, babbling a few more incoherent syllables, that I can't help but smile.
"He loves that bear," Daisy comments, her little eyes shining with emotion. "It reminds me of baby Chris, he liked it too..."
My forehead furrows slightly.
"I thought Chris had bought that bear..." I say, more to myself than to her.
Daisy hesitates for a second. Her smile falters, and she looks away.
"No, that bear... I would recognize that little bear anywhere. Chris loved it, like..." She cuts off her own sentence, as if she had said more than she intended. "Oh, sweetie, I'll get Thore's bottle." And before I can ask anything, she hurries ou
