can show me, but I’m not going to do it, especially if he’s stinky.”
“He’s wet.”
“How can you tell?”
“Because he’s wet every morning.”
She placed Justin on the bed and unsnapped his pajamas. Once he was exposed, she covered him, much too quickly, then reached for the wipes.
Michael rolled his eyes. Was she worried about the baby’s modesty? “I’ve seen one of those before, Heather. In fact, I think I have one.” He glanced at his fly. “Yep, sure enough, I do.”
She rolled her eyes right back at him. “Little boys tend to spray.”
“Really?” He couldn’t help but chuckle. “Has he ever got you?”
“No, but he got Reed.”
“Oh, yeah?” He poked the baby’s belly. “So you peed on your dad, huh? I’ll bet that put Mr. Hardened Criminal in his place.”
Justin laughed, and Michael grinned. “My sentiments exactly.”
Heather shook her head. “That’s not funny.”
“Then why are you cracking a smile?”
“I’m not.” But she was, and they both knew it. She’d always had a silly sense of humor, even where her hard-ass brother was concerned.
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