Rhys settled more comfortably, having finally adjusted to handling a baby. At first he'd been afraid to jostle her, as fragile as she was, but after watching several Potts sisters with their children and after getting the motions of it, Rhys felt better about his own abilities. Emery was wholly enthralled by the badge on his uniform, and he held her a little higher so she could look at it better, tiny fingers trying to close around it. Rhys chuckled as she tugged on it.

He smiled over at Zinnia, a little jealous she got to witness most of their daughter's firsts, but he could never hold it against her. Motherhood looked good on her and she was good at it, too. He had accidentally stripped her of the ability to work, so it just came with the territory. If anything, Zinnia had earned it far more than he had.

"I think she looks just like you," at least he hoped she would. He wasn't blind; Zinnia was beautiful and if their daughter took after her, it wouldn't be a surprise.