You need me to watch this gorgeous baby of yours, right? The answer is yes.”
“How did you know?” I ask, surprised even as I hand Glory over. I feel a twinge of guilt, but the look of bliss on Gail’s face makes it a little easier. She loves babies so much.
The older woman puts my daughter against her shoulder, smiling. “You marched over here with the Not-Hoth equivalent of a diaper bag on your shoulder. Is everything okay?” She glances over at me, curious.