Claire shifted Sophie to one arm. With her free hand, she knocked twice on the metal bed rail.
“I thought maybe then you let me hold Sophie.”
“Jamie-Bamie,” Claire said. “Hold out your arms.”
“…Me?”
She nodded.
He lifted his arms like they might break. Claire placed Sophie in them.
“Am I doing it right?”
“You’re doing fine.”
I pulled out my phone.
“Hold out your arms.”
“What are you doing?” Jamie asked.
“Taking a picture.”
Jamie glanced at Claire, bracing for her to send him away.
Instead, she sat down beside him and leaned in.
I took the picture of my family. And nobody asked for another one.
