If the elevator hadn’t been broken, Ian wouldn’t have had to help walk the cases up the stairs. If Emma hadn’t started squawking, he would have been able to just leave them at the door and could have bee-lined it back to his car. If Chrissy had been able to calm the suddenly irate child, Ian wouldn’t have felt it necessary to step in and help. Which meant he wouldn’t have found himself stuck there for fifteen minutes while he re-sang the same line of Hush Little Baby over and over as it was, quite literally, the only lyrics in the entire song that he knew. It was, however, surprisingly effective. Not only did the little baby hush, she fell asleep in his arms. And that had him thinking all kinds of warm and happy thoughts.
“Too bad you don’t have one,” Chrissy whispered as the two of them
