“Baby,” said Marshall, their son carried in a sling close to his chest, “do I look dumb in this thing?”
Lily turned away from her easel, a smile frozen upon her elfin features. “As handsome as always,” she said, biting back a smirk.
Marshall glanced down at their little boy, sporting his oversized sunglasses and a dubious expression. “He’d better not be able to remember this.” A flash temporarily blinded him – when he looked up, he saw Lily holding up her cell phone.
“Now he will.”