“She’s beautiful,” Westley murmurs as he peers down at the pink bundle on Madeleine’s lap. “What’s her name?”
“Jane,” she beams. “Claudia Jane officially, but we intend to call her Jane.”
“She looks like you,” West smiles, glancing between Maddie and her newborn daughter. “Especially around the eyes.” Turning back towards Jane, he coos, “You’re a lucky baby, aren’t you? To be as pretty as your mama.”
Madeleine blushes, a look of sheepish pride on her face. “Would you like to hold her?” she asks him in a meek voice.
Westley nods, and with slow, meticulously careful movements he picks up the child and lays her against his chest. Jane fusses for a moment, but the effort proves too much for the drowsy infant and she quickly falls asleep.
“You’re a natural,” Madeleine observes. “She wasn’t nearly so happy with Kit.”
“I come from a big family,” he shrugs. “Always lots of babies to hold.”
“Well, I’m still impressed. You’d make a great dad someday.”
Westley glances back at her, and their eyes lock for what feels like the longest ten seconds of Maddie’s life. “Someday, maybe,” he whispers.