Maybe I should put you in a onsie for a little while until you warm up. Okay, Honey?”
Andrew shuddered again in response to the sense of loss of control of his life and body. Krystyn merely smiled and took his physical reaction to his helplessness as evidence that she had been right about his chill. She took him over to the dresser and laid him on the white plastic pad of the built-in changing station and fastened the safety strap tightly over his tummy while she bent down and went through the dresser drawers to find a onsie in his size.
Andrew tried to tell her he wasn’t cold, but his efforts only produced the consonant-less, incoherent vocalizations of speechless infancy and made her smile as she continued to look for appropriate daywear for him.
