"Whoa," that was the last thing Chris expected to hear. A baby.
"You could do something like that?" This was all foreign to him.
"Yes, we could," Max nodded handing her right over to him.
"Oh, " it was a lot more can holding a football like in homeliving class. Not that he hadn't held a baby, but it had been a while. He felt so awkward and clumsy. He thought he'd outgrown these days with his siblings.
"How does that feel?" Max looked at him very seriously.
"Ok, I guess." Chris wasn't sure he what he was feeling for other than a poopy pamper. Just then, he could tell by the little grunts and a small sigh, that's just what she was doing.
"She likes you," She was smiling.
"Evidently," Chris remained even lipped. "What's her name?"
"Did you just come up with that?" Chris looked at Max as if he'd been sucked in already and there was no way he could say, no about the baby.
"No, that's her name," Max nodded as if he knew.
"So what are we going to do?" Chris looked at Max.
"Whatever it takes." Max wanted the baby back then, and Chris was sure he'd do whatever it took to bring that baby home with them.