Once the conversation slowly dies, Cleo steps closer with a sly grin playing on her lips. “Hey Sam, would you like to see some of the funny baby pictures we have of Caleb? I have a bunch of them saved on my phone.”

Next to them, Caleb starts protesting. “Hey, missy! That’s not fair, you can’t just–”

“I’d love to see those, Cleo,” Samantha says loudly, smirking as she interrupts Caleb’s protest. “I assume there’s a reason Caleb hasn’t shown me any of these himself.” 

Cleo nods her head, moving to stand next to Samantha with her phone in hand. “You betcha.”