“It’s not a big deal, trust me. I think she might be going through some more temporary regression is all. The pacifier just helps cope with stress is all.” She softly told me with a smile.
“I gotta admit, when Lea has that pacifier it makes her almost unbearably cute!” She added.
I laughed along with Amber at her comment and decided to drop the whole subject. If it helped Lea escape from the troubles of reality for at least a moment, then I did not mind it. I looked down at the little girl huddled closely in my arms, silently counting her fingers; she stared up noticing I was looking and presented me with another great smile. I placed her back down on the ground just as I heard a loud slamming of a drawer nearby.