He shook his head as though to physically dispel the thought. Susy would never. She wouldn’t. Susy’s voice pulled him from his thoughts. “Is she asleep yet?” she asked softly, stepping into the dimly lit nursery. Her face was tired, but there was a softness in her gaze as she looked at the baby.
James nodded, cradling their daughter in his arms. “She just fell asleep,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. He stood and carried the baby to the bassinet, laying her down carefully. Susy hovered beside him, her hand brushing lightly against his arm. “She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” she murmured.