Caris sat on the lounger and stretched out, lazily playing with the red curls of the baby nursing at her breast.
“She’s eating again?” Aileen asked curiously as she approached from behind and put a bottle of water next to Caris.
“Thanks Mom,” Caris smiled, “yeah, she’s always hungry.”
Daragh leaned over Aileen’s shoulder, “dibs for when she’s done. I need cuddles.”
Aileen gave Daragh a side-eye that shot daggers, “we’re going to have to start setting schedules.”
Caris laughed as her mother and mother-in-law argued over who was going to cuddle baby Ryder. At three months old, she was a very well-loved and absolutely spoiled little girl.
“Where’s my son?” Daragh asked as she flopped onto the sand.
“In the water,” Caris tossed her head in the direction of his head bobbing in the wave
