Post by Chris Strongheart on Dec 4, 2005 11:50:38 GMT -5
Melisande held her daughter in her arms, cooing softly at the sight of the baby sleeping in her arms. She leaned over and kissed her husband gently on the cheek. "It is lovely here," she said softly, a faint Irish burr starting to color her voice from having lived in Ireland after her divorce from Peter.
Prince smiled and scooped his daughter from her mother's arms. "But not as lovely as you, m'dear." He kissed his daughter's forehead and laughed when it triggered the baby to open her bright blue eyes. Of course, the laughter stopped when the baby reached up and twined a lock of his blond hair around her hand and yanked. "Awful strong," he said, trying to make a joke about it.
"She just loves her daddy," Melisande laughed.
Prince smiled and scooped his daughter from her mother's arms. "But not as lovely as you, m'dear." He kissed his daughter's forehead and laughed when it triggered the baby to open her bright blue eyes. Of course, the laughter stopped when the baby reached up and twined a lock of his blond hair around her hand and yanked. "Awful strong," he said, trying to make a joke about it.
"She just loves her daddy," Melisande laughed.