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Alex was screaming but Ian ignored him as he worked in the kitchen. This was still new. The instructions said this much powder, this much liquid, heated to this temperature. When the bottle of formula was ready he picked up his nephew.
Alex quietened as soon as he started sucking from the bottle. With his face no longer contorted in rage, his resemblance to John was obvious.
Ian watched him suck the milk lustily. 'Just like your father, dive straight in.'
When the bottle was empty, Ian settled in the chair cradling Alex.
They both asleep, both their own comfort.