Chapter Thirteen
Megan let out a loud wail, irritated with the bottle Kristie was trying to have her drink from.
“I know, I know you don’t want the bottle. But I don’t have any breast milk to give you,” she told the little baby stoutly, rubbing her eyes. “You are very stubborn, do you know that?”
In reply, Megan cried harder. Her tiny fist smacked against the bottle. Kristie, who had loosened her grip on it ever so slightly, watched it fall to the floor of the kitchen.
“Goodness, okay, She-Hulk.” She pulled Megan close to her, trying to calm the baby down.
It had been two weeks since Kass and Rick had passed away. It still felt unreal. Whenever Kristie held Megan, it seemed to hit her full force. The eyes that looked so much like Kass’s. Megan’s grumpy face she got sometimes that look
