"We're prepared for that around here," Annie assured her, producing a towel that she expertly laid across Summer's shoulder in the direct path of any would-be spit-up. And no sooner was that taken care of than did Annie actually allow herself to enjoy the moment, and how amazing it was to see her best friend holding her son. "And you're doing great. He totally loves you."

He at least didn't hate her, given that he was contentedly gurgling up at Summer now and showing no signs of screaming and/or pooping.