"And freckles," she said quietly. "I used to hate my freckles when I was little. I wonder if she will too."
She was quiet for a moment after that before a small laugh overtook her. "God. You're gonna be such a good dad, Francis. You're going to be so good."
"You," she said quietly, looking up at him. "You're just... I can tell. You're going to be such a good dad to her."
Her free hand came up to rest on his jaw for a moment before she sighed, a little nervously. "I guess I should try to feed her."
She sighed, slipping the cover over her head nervously. "I guess. Did you know that her stomach is about the size of a large marble right now?"
She pulled Diana under the screen, frowning at him slightly. "What if she starves to death because I can't make it work?"