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Jackson makes a face and tilts his head first one way and then the other, ”She’s kind of,” he makes a vague gesture with his hands.
Lydia gives him a dark look over her shoulder, “Kind of what?”
"I don’t," Jackson holds his hands up in front of his face and makes a squishing motion, "It’s just, she’s all-"
"Jackson Whittemore, if you say something negative or insulting, I will skin you alive.” Lydia presses her lips together and mutters, “Just you wait.”
Jackson sits down on the edge of the bed and leans his cheek against Lydia’s hair, “I wasn’t going to say anything bad. I was just,” he sighs, “wondering if her face would smooth as she got older, that’s all.”
Lydia smacks her husband’s chest with the back of her hand, “I did just push her out of my body not two hours ago, you ungrateful,” she huffs angrily and shakes her hair out of her face. Lydia leans down to whisper, “Just so you know, he,” she jerks her head towards Jackson, “is a hugely contributing factor to everyone’s coccydynia.”
Jackson reaches down to trace a finger along his daughter’s hand, “That’s not true. Your mother loves me. A lot.” He smiles down at the newborn, “Even if I drive her a little bat-shit crazy sometimes.”
Lydia rolls her eyes, “Seriously, Jackson? You couldn’t let her keep her innocence longer than two hours?” She looks down at the swaddled bundle in her arms, “Your father’s sorry. He may be a bit of a cuss monger, but he’s ours and we have to love him, okay?”
Sleepy blue eyes blink up, tiny mouth opening in a yawn.
Jackson sucks in a breath and when Lydia looks over, he’s got tears in his eyes. He blinks them away and mutters, “What?”
Lydia smiles, “Nothing.”
"You know," Jackson leans in to get a closer look at his daughter, "she is a little cute.”
"Of course she is. She’s my daughter, isn’t she?"
Jackson smirks and kisses one of the newborn’s fists, “Our daughter.”
Lydia beams at him, “Yeah.”