She nodded down at Astra, a sad smile pulling at her lips. "How's the little one today?"
"Introspective. She has a lot to think about."
Poh had never asked to hold either of the babies, though I sensed she wanted to, but that it might also stir up painful memories of her murdered family. She'd be ready when she was ready.
"We all have a lot to think about," she said.
I gave her a secret smile at what I guessed took up most of her thoughts. She and Crispin seemed joined bone-to-titanium hip most days, and maybe other places, too, but I doubted it. Maybe eventually, if and when she was ready, there would be even more babies in our family.
Her yellow eyes narrowed into slivers. "What?"
I shook my head and shrugged. "Just thinking about making sugar cookies with frosting hearts drawn on them. Guys seem to like those."
"Why are you telling me this?"