“My god, Geoffrey, be careful!” Stella hissed, legs drawn up beneath her as she sat on the porch steps. Geoffrey fussed at her to be quiet.
“Hush, woman. He’s fine. Em and Etienne got up without a scratch on them, why should Luc be different?”
Stella bit back a curse, worrying at her lower lip as she watched. Luc’s hands were tiny in his father’s, his little feet stomping happily through the melting snow. He took several steps before Geoffrey let go, finding his balance and heading off on his own. Geoffrey let out a triumphant yell.
“Hush, woman. He’s fine. Em and Etienne got up without a scratch on them, why should Luc be different?”
Stella bit back a curse, worrying at her lower lip as she watched. Luc’s hands were tiny in his father’s, his little feet stomping happily through the melting snow. He took several steps before Geoffrey let go, finding his balance and heading off on his own. Geoffrey let out a triumphant yell.
“That’s my boy!”
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