"Yes, you're gorgeous. You didn't inherit that from your dad, that's for sure."
Zac snickered quietly.
"Go on, kick me why don't ya? Ok, that I know you did inherit from him. If I had any doubts, they're all gone now."
Zac grinned widely. He was about to go in and talk to her, when she said something that made him stop:
"Oh, don't worry Hope. I'm sure Zac'll come around."
Babsie picked her up.
"After all, who couldn't resist a beautiful little baby like you?" She continued, setting her down in her crib.
Zac slumped against the wall.
"Gee, I'm beginning to remind myself of my Aunt. Stupid baby gushing. Motherhood lets out the worst in people I swear."
At that comment, Zac couldn't help but let out a chuckle. Babsie didn't appear to hear him, she just left the room without another word.
He watched her walk away. Once she was gone, he got up and was about to leave himself, when he changed his mind and tiptoed into the babies room.
Zac peered into Hopes' crib and looked at her. He just stared at Hope for a good five minutes before tears stared pricking at his eyes and he rushed from the room.
**********
"Something bothering you Zac?" Isaac asked.
"Huh?"
"Is something wrong? You seem a little distant."
"Oh, no. Nothings wrong. I was just thinking."
"Stop hurting yourself Zac." Taylor cut in.
Zac rolled his eyes.
"That's old Tay."
"But applicable."
"So, are you gonna tell us what you were thinking about? Or are you actually gonna concentrate on the music?"
"It has to be music. It'll only hurt him more to tell us." Taylor joked.
"Shut up Tay."
"Play drums Zac."
"Only when you shut up."
"Guys? Hello?" Isaac said. "Let's do this please."