Then she looked back at Conner and Abigail and saw his tall head bent to look at the baby, only one arm now around his wife, the other hand was curled tenderly and protectively at her neck.
Abigail’s eyes went from the baby to his and she grinned.
Conner grinned back.
Edith Truman took another mental snapshot and filed it happily away.
She gave them all a long moment.
Then she snapped loudly, “Conner Ewan Fraser! I need tea!”