Mayra looked at Ellen, who nodded in approval. Mayra kissed James in the magical spot again on his face as she patted his diapered bottom, noticing a slight heaviness. She carried him to the changing table where all four ladies gathered around to take care of the little bundle of sweetness and joy in Mayra’s arms. Laying him down on the table, Mayra gave him little eskimo kissies as she told him the good news. “Mayra’s not going anywhere, pequeño. Your grammies and I are going to be pampering you for quite a while.”
“A while?” James asked in a big boy voice, which was promptly dismissed as Susan plopped a pacifier in his mouth to listen as Ellen towered over him, tickling his sides and getting a little smile out of him as he kept his eyes on Mayra.
