After putting out the fire—with Ximena's help— Sloane ordered food and the group shuffled to the dining area were they waited for lunch and exchanged pleasantries.
"Do you want to carry her?" Sloane asked Avery when he noticed his eyes straying to the child cradled in his arms.
"No, thanks." She looked too delicate, like a little doll and Avery was afraid of hurting her. One would think that being an uncle to four boys meant that he would be adept with handling babies, but it was the opposite— he liked babies but they always seemed to cry whenever he held them and he had quickly become traumatized.
"Her name's Valeria." Sloane's soft smile as he gazed at the child had Avery stunned.
"She's pretty." The sight of Sloane holding a baby had something melting in Avery, the sight was too precious. "You look good with a child." He smiled.
