The minute Andreas had tucked the pram safely behind the table, Erik held out his hands.
“Pass her here.”
Andreas rolled his eyes, but did as he was told.
They’d walked round to the carvery. It had been cold and windy, and Andreas had bundled Beatriz up in a puffy parka, so she resembled a fat starfish. It was the cutest thing Erik had ever seen in his entire life, and he itched to hold her.
She was asleep, grumbling a little as Andreas passed her over, but she settled into Erik’s arms and dropped off again quickly enough. For a little while, Erik simply contented himself with stroking her delicate hands, while Andreas thoroughly ignored the pair of them and checked and rechecked his sports watch for how many steps they’d taken.
Erik didn’t really mind, though.
Andreas had worn his b
