"Daddy..." called Baby in Charles Seymour's arms, her voice soft and tender, sounding like a child of just two or three, acting spoiled and making hearts melt.
"Daddy's here." Charles responded, "Baby, are you uncomfortable?"
Baby blinked her big eyes and softly said, "I'm not uncomfortable."
Charles smiled tenderly, lifting the corners of his mouth a little, "Baby is really brave, Daddy will rub you, and soon you won't feel uncomfortable."
"Okay." Baby gently agreed.
Charles took Baby's tender little hand in his own, rubbing it with just the right amount of force to warm it up.
Baby moaned comfortably twice, her moist eyes looking at her father, curving like crescent moons.
"Daddy, where's Mommy?" Baby's soft, sticky voice caused Charles' movements to pause for a moment, then he continued naturally, answering, "Wait a little longer, Daddy will bring Mommy home to be with Baby, okay?"
"Okay." Baby nodded happily.
