Amy watched Zach pace around the sun room. His brows were furrowed, he had fallen deep in thought. He moved around with his hands deep into his pockets.
Amy did not peel her eyes away from him for one second. She felt Roserie stop feeding and she fixed her blouse before helping the baby to burp. Zach stopped too and he locked his eyes on her. She knew something was brewing in that mind of his but did not know what.
"Why don't we talk to Dad?" She suggested. "And see what he says about this."
He took his phone immediately and made to dial. If a woman gives a suggestion in the form of a question, she's practically telling you to do it. Zach found himself smiling at this thought; he was always ready to do Amy's bidding.
"What?" She asked with a growing smile when she saw his.
Uurp!
"Awww, good job cupcake", Amy said softly to her daughter while rubbing her little back. "Mommy is proud of you."
