She had to be small, even for a baby. Looking at the little big-eyed bundle, Fyo said so.

"She's not," Brody smiled, the beautiful smile he felt like he hadn't seen for ages.

"No?" Fyo inclined his head, to take a better look at his daughter. He thought she looked like Brody, those gorgeous eyes, the perfect nose, the fair complexion, so delicate he thought he thought he might, should he hold her, drop her. "She must be. Babies can't be this small."

Brody giggled. "You're silly."

He grinned. "I'm a father," he corrected.