"He-he's holdin' my finger!" whispered Luke excitedly. Polly smiled. "He must like you Luke." "Wh-what's his name?" asked Luke softly his blue eyes full of the tiny cousin in his aunt's arms.
"Sounds like the hospital is the best place for 'em," agreed Kevin. Little Luke bit his lip young as he was able to understand that things were indeed grim.
Jesse looked at Bo, all wrapped up like an eskimo. "That reminds me of the night Bo was born..." Luke looked at him, loving stories by their uncle as much as any of them.
Luke smiled looking over to Bo before taking a blanket of his own and wrapping it around him, as the wind started shaking the farmhouse. "This is gonna do some amage by the sounds," said Jesse with an ear to the storm.