She smiled playfully at him. "Well that is just.. That is truly unfortunate. I was just going to kill you with my care."
"I barely can do that," he teased, wiping imaginary crumbs off his hands onto the white linen sheets. "And Aubrey's getting pretty good at holding the bottle." His face fell and he frowned, crossing his arms. "Damn. We need to figure out how we're going to feed her."
She looked thoughtful. "Don't worry. We'll figure it out. I'm sure she can eat small pieces of food."
"She can," he said slowly, counting on his fingers and muttering under her breath. "But she has... two? Two more weeks left. I think." He sighed, his brow furrowing in worry. "There's like... vitamins and stuff. In the formula. If she doesn't get them, her bones may not grow correctly." Running his fingers through his hair, he glanced at the door, his lips pursed. "Maybe I should ask Natalia to let me go back..."
She raised an eyebrow, reaching forward to brush his jaw. "It'll be alright, baby. Don't worry. Just trust me that everything will be fine, okay?"
