Tarnia placed the teddy bear at the foot of the crib, just below Rachels’s lace clad feet, it was as big as Rachel herself, the teddy’s legs on either side of Rachel as the little sissy slept deeply under the effects of the formula Margaret and Tarnia had discovered online.
“To watch over you baby,” she whispered with a smile as she put a tender kiss on Rachels’s forehead.
“You are going to make a good mother,” Margaret said as she put her arm around Tarnia and led her from the nursery and closed the door.
“I’ve got a baby monitor with a speaker in the kitchen and living room, we’ll know when she wakes up.”
Tara smiled at the use of “she” for Tarquin was Rachel now, period!
Margaret made a light lunch for the two of them and told Tarna every detail about Tarquin’s first night as Rachel.
“He didn’t fight you at all?”