"Ohhh, look who's here!" Amanda squealed. She'd been on a long series of flights for the last two and a half weeks and, besides making Kurt miserable, a side effect was that she hadn't admired Muir's first baby in that time. Pete simply rolled his eyes as Amanda took Kirsten in her arms. "You've gotten bigger, haven't you? Yes, you have. At least, I think you've gotten bigger. Has she gotten bigger, Kurt? Pete?"
Kurt Wagner knew better than to disagree with his love when she was like this, her 'baby-state' he called it. "Ja, my dear, I think she has, a bit. Pete, is it time to feed her again so soon?"
"Yeah," Pete replied as he uncapped the bottle he'd taken out of the refridgerator and heated it with his powers. "She's good about not screamin' her head off, but she wants that milk t' be right after she wakes up, or even better, to have it there waitin' on 'er." Shaking his head as Amanda handed him the infant, Pete nodded to both of them. "Pryde's up gettin' a shower, so we should be able t' get that bloody team meetin' started in about twenty minutes."
"Good," Kurt replied, leaving the kitchen and pulling Amanda with him. Amanda held back for a moment to plant one last kiss on the forehead of a very agreeable Kirsten. Sighing, Pete shook his head and grinned as he looked at his daughter.
"An' I bet you just love all o' that extra attention, don't yer, little girl?"
Kirsten responded with a happy smile. "Awweeeoooohblblblbl," she said, babbling.
Pete smiled even larger as he held the nipple of the bottle to Kirsten's mouth. "Amen t' that, love."