The tiny, soft palm of the hand fit perfectly around the man's index finger.
That touch sent a shiver through Liam Yancey's body, as if his heart had been grazed by the tip of a needle, followed by palpitations that suddenly tightened his chest.
He couldn't help but lower his head and kiss the baby's forehead.
Seeing this scene, everyone present couldn't help but be moved.
Tara Summer's eyes misted over, Liam Yancey was resolute and indifferent by nature, but this tenderness and paternal love he showed toward the child was truly shocking.
"Liam..." she called softly, her red lips parting to say, "Why don't you hold your son?"
She noticed that Liam Yancey seemed to prefer his daughter, holding her much more often than his son.
They say that fathers dote on their daughters more, and it seemed to be true!
