Dinah rocked the small child in her arms, refusing to let fear have a place in her heart. This baby girl, so small and bright and full of love already, was hope personified. She smiled lovingly down at the child, and kept rocking.
Across from her, the father felt his own heart melting into goo all over again. He was terrified; how did he cope with who he was and a baby? But seeing Dinah that peaceful with his daughter made it all go away.
"Thanks, Di," Roy whispered when she rose to put Lian to bed.
"Any time, Roy."