Winn nodded to Mary—a silent confirmation that they were ready.
Mary rose carefully, smoothing Elizabeth's onesie before handing the baby over. Ivy's breath hitched as the warm, impossibly small weight settled into her arms.
"Hey, Liz," she whispered. "Hi." Her bottom lip quivered. "I'm your mummy. And this…" she angled the baby slightly, "…this is your daddy."
Elizabeth cooed. Ivy nearly collapsed from the sweetness.
Winn stood behind her, tall, stoic, every muscle locked.
Mary quietly slipped away, giving them privacy.
Ivy shifted Elizabeth in her arms and shot Winn a sideways glare. "Oh would you at least give her a smile?" she hissed under her breath.
"I… I don't know what to do with babies," he admitted.
