They returned to the house and Jack rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand as they entered. Aubrey was still in her chair, gurgling slightly.
She cooed, her hands resting on Avice's cheekbones. There was formula on her bottom lip and she frowned, focusing intently. "Merg."
Avice sighed with a small smile. "You just had that hand in your mouth, love. You're getting spit on my face."