Chapter Two Hundred and Fourteen
Malachi's POV
"Dinner's ready," Alicia called softly. "Think you can transfer her to the bassinet without waking her?"
"I can try."
I stood slowly, carefully, my hand supporting Lia's head while her body rested against my chest. Made my way to the bassinet we kept in the living room for exactly these situations. Lowered her down with the kind of precision I used to reserve for handling explosives, watching her face for any sign of waking.
She settled into the soft mattress without so much as a whimper. Her arms stretched up above her head in that adorable way babies slept. Her mouth made tiny sucking motions even in sleep.
"Success," I whispered to Alicia.
"You're getting good at this."
"I'm getting better at this. There's a difference."
