Brian found Khaat out of the tub and dressing in her jeans again, and this time she had simply put on one of Brian's t shirts. It was ridiculously too big, and Brian laughed out loud when he saw her.
"Oh no. Not that. Not a chance," he laughed. "You are not wearing that if you expect to come out of this room."
"I like it," she defended.
"I could put two of you in it," he said. "No. You want me to resize it?"
"Don't you touch it," she glared.
"Its too big, though!"
"Okay, fine," she sighed. She accio'd one of his denim shirts from the closet and put it on over the t shirt and rolled up the sleeves. Brian roared with laughter.
"That looks even worse," he said.
"I'm on vacation and I'm covered. Live with it," she said.
"Alright. For now," he smiled. "Here. Abbey needs her mama." he said. He waited until Khaat was settled on the bed, sitting and leaning against the headboard. Then he handed Abbey to her. Khaat looked at the mark on Abbeys' forehead and was about to give Brian what for, when he said to her, "I didn't do it. That was her sister."
"My poor baby," Khaat soothed, kissing Abbey's forehead. Abbey cuddled into Khaat and began sucking on her fist.
"I'll go get her a bottle. I'll be righth back," Brian smiled.