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“Blimey. She’s dense, ain’t she?” John mutters, staring down at the baby in his arms. Chas bristles, staring down at him in turn.
“You wot ?!” He says, and John raises his shoulders in a motion that suggests he’d raise his hands if they weren’t occupied.
“I mean , she’s little but she’s… heavy. Didn’t expect her to have this much weight to her.” John defends, eyes drifting back down to Geraldine, who is staring up at him with a very intense frown.
“She’s just over 10 pounds, now.” Chas says, his chest puffing out a little, proud.
“I’m gonna guess that’s good, with how chuffed you look about it.” John says with a slight snort. He doesn’t know the first thing about babies, other than you ought not to drop them, and they have a tendency to cry often and loudly. Geraldine, thankfully, hasn’t started doing that yet, but he’s starting to get a little concerned by how hard she’s frowning at him. “Have I offended you, love?”
“That’ll happen, when you call people dense.” Chas puts in. “She’ll warm up to you.”
“Dunno that she will, mate.” John shrugs a little. He bobs Geraldine gently in his arms, the kind of motion he’s seen countless parents doing to their children. It doesn’t quite feel easy, or natural, but it does feel right. Like it’s the kind of thing you’re meant to do to a baby.