Katrina's POV
"Zach, what were you thinking? You could have gotten hurt, or you could have hurt Taylor!" I'm trying not to yell at him because I know how sensitive he is. He hates when he makes Harris or I mad. He does his best to make us happy and I know his intentions were pure.
"I was just trying to help!" he cries. His eyes are misty and his voice shakes. I sigh before I lean down to his level. I push back his curly hair and wipe the tears that spill out of his eyes.
"I know baby, but next time, you should get your dad or I. You're too little to carry Taylor by yourself."
"I didn't want to stop your phone call with Uncle Carter! Taylor was crying so I was going to walk around with her like you and daddy do," he says as he sniffles. I pull him close to me and rub his back.
"It's ok
