"Hold on a minute."
I stood in the hallway and stared at my feet. One hand held two travel coffee mugs. The other held breakfast — two apples, grapes, and some pineapple. She liked fruit. The door opened.
"Hey, sorry, come in."
"It's okay."
I walked in and threw down my stuff.
"He slept for most of the morning, but he's starting to whine." She held him as she talked. He was seven months old and had very big eyes. I adopted my best baby talk.
"'ello baby 'ello. How are yaaa?" I leaned in and his big eyes widened. She laughed.
"I can hold him."
I reached and felt his weight. His eyes widened more. We went and sat on the couch and watched TV. That 70s Show was on. He sunk into my lap, and I felt his heartbeat.
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