“Come on,” Erik coaxed, holding out both hands. “Come and have a cuddle with Daddy.”
Andreas sat forward, and Erik grunted.
“Don’t,” he said. “I want her to try it out.”
Andreas rolled his eyes, but leaned back.
They’d stuffed themselves into food comas, but after her lunchtime nap, Beatriz had been up and ready and wanting to play. And so Erik was determined to see Andreas’ birthday out—or at least welcome the HRT in—with her first steps.
Which was why he was sitting on the rug, holding out his hands to the sofa, and trying to persuade Beatriz to come to him, rather than stretch up to Andreas.
And she wasn’t impressed.
But then Erik was tired of waiting. She’d been pulling herself up to stand using furniture—and people’s legs, and the buggy, and street furniture, and just about any
