Derek held the elevator door, waiting for us.

Renee lay on his shoulder, reaching out to me.

Making baby sounds.

I held her tiny hand, playing peek-a-boo.

She drooled with laughter, happily pulling her dad's hair.

Derek pretended to wince, saying seriously despite her not understanding, "If you make your dad bald, I won't be handsome anymore. Your mom won't want me and will find you a stepdad."

I nudged Derek's back.

He glanced at me, ...