"She's too pretty. This is going to be a problem," Cai muttered, staring down at the tiny baby girl in the crib with a worried frown.
Dora laughed softly, nudging him. "Only you would think having a beautiful baby girl is a problem, Cai. Most people would be overjoyed."
"Uh huh, but I'm telling you, it's going to be a problem," he insisted, nodding towards the sleeping baby. "Just look at poor Ines. She's the next oldest, and already Uncle Seb is constantly polishing his rifle, preparing for the 'future' like he's expecting suitors to swarm the place any minute. He's even teaching her how to use it!"
Dora smirked, leaning back in her chair. "Well, whichever poor guy falls for Ines won't know what hit him until he's been shot, strung up, and left to dry in the sun. At least she'll know how to defend herself."
