***[POV: New Mom Knows Best]***
"Can you please not fraudulently induce someone into a scenario with that kind of face while petting him?"
My voice came out very… *accusatory* despite agreeing to let her hold my son - and knowing what kind of person she is. Claire blinked a few times behind her glasses, before lifting up and handing him to me.
"That's fair. Here. For what it's worth, I wasn't enjoying it. Using Victoria, I mean. I'd keep the puppy if you'd let me."
"I know."
She was being very careful, but it still made me intensely nervous. Far more than I was with Kyrie holding him. So, taking him back into my arms, I settled into the opposite end of the living room couch.
She scooted further away and began to tap on that tablet she'd brought. That bit of distance felt deliberate. On both our parts.
Like she understands I'm not about to come right out and apologize for anything.
