> Derek shook his head as he moved to sit beside her
> on the bed. He gently stroked the soft dark hait on
> the top of Amelia's head.
>
> "I don't mind," he told her.
>
> Julia smiled softly, putting her hand on his thigh and
> squeezing it gently, before adjusting Amelia more
> comfortably as she continued to breast feed her.h
> Julia ran the tip of her finger against Amelia's small
> cheek before chuckling quietly "Well, looks like she
> listened to her Pappa. Dark hair and I bet she has
> hazel eyes."
>
> She looked at Derek, at his expression, and offered
> almost shyly "I could.. I could make bottles, so you
> could feed her too, if you'd like."
>
> She was sure he would want to be a part of it, even
> suspected that this traditionally being such a
> 'mother/daughter' only moment probably made him feel
> left out in a way. But Julia had been asking her
> doctor questions on the side about having Amelia feed
> from a bottle and had even had a long talk with the
> doctor last month about the health aspect of it.
>
> Fact was, Amelia could drink from newborn designed
> bottles and that she'd be drinking her mother's milk
> was the healthiest way to go.
>
> And it would let Derek bond with her too.
>
A slight touch of pink came to Derek's cheek's, as a smile spread across his
face his face. "I'd like that. If you're sure it's all right."
