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Peccadillo
Tony couldn’t believe that anyone would want him to be a godfather. He especially couldn’t believe he was a godfather to Abby’s child. He stared at the baby Abby was holding out to him in fear. He never knew how to handle kids, but especially not babies. What was he supposed to do here?
He knew better than to call it ugly, even though that’s what it looked like to him. He had a bit of self preservation and knew that calling a baby ugly in front of it’s mother was simply a peccadillo waiting to happen. Abby shook the baby slightly at him when he made no move to take it from her.
