"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-"

"A back-up."

"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.