Then, a woman stepped forward and volunteered, "I can help hold her for you."
Emma glanced at the woman, who looked plain and honest with no makeup and a youthful appearance. She nodded and was about to hand over her baby when Little Thomson seemed to sense that she was about to leave her mother's embrace. She pouted her small mouth and her face swelled as she began to cry, "Wuwaahh."
"Little Lucky, don't cry." Emma picked the baby up and tried to comfort her, but Little Thomson was having none of it. As soon as her mother tried to hand her over to someone else, she started crying at the top of her lungs.
"What should we do?" Emma looked at Robert, who could only helplessly shake his head: "Little one, this is for Daddy and Mommy's wedding. You can't just get into the shot, you know?"
But the not-yet-a-month-old baby couldn't understand. Whenever Emma tried to give her away, even to her dad, the little one would cry her lungs out.
