"I can't believe-" Jordan upended her purse; make-up and pacifiers skittered across the table.
"Jordan." Danny ducked to avoid a tiny sandal. A plush seahorse. "It's fine."
"I lost it! It's hot. The sun will be-she needs it!"
"Jordan!" When she faced him, he pulled a small, polka-dotted sunhat from his pocket.
She pointed. "That's-"
"You"-she blushed and swiped the hat from him-"really are a control freak."
He smirked and kissed her forehead. "You're welcome."
As he pulled away and started toward Becky's crib, he noticed the rise of Jordan's smile-warm, beautiful, and sweeter than words.