She intertwined her thick thumbs together and turned to one side. It was still night, and she hadn't got any sleep with all the toddlers still up. She heard soft footsteps against the floorboards and turned to her side.

   "Vicky, darling," mama urgently whispered and scooped her up. Victoria tugged at her silk Japanese robe and drooled.

   "She's beautiful," Atticus said, taking the baby from Rose while she wiped saliva off her silk.

   "She's a product of ourselves," Rose folded her arms and rocked back and forth as she looked down at her. She herded Sybil and George into their beds and motioned for Atticus to come back to bed, but he stood there, Vicky in her arms. Rose waited by the doorframe as Atticus stared in aww at his daughter, and as careful as if it was a porcelain doll, he put her back in the bassinet and followed his wife to bed.