"He upside down birdie," Abbey said. "He say he know Mama."
"Abbey!" Brian was running now, as fast as he could go through deep snow. He knew well the dangers of this countryside, and before he had even thought about it, he had cast off his jacket and snatched Abbey, wrapped her into the coat and held her tight against him. "Are you okay?" he asked softly, kissing her cold cheek. "Why did you go out by yourself?"
"Daddy," She wiggled, trying to get away. "Too tight!"
"Don't crush the child, Brian," Robert said. "Her limbs seem to be all attached. Nice work, Jack and Steven." He didn't mention that Brian had snatched Abbey so quickly, knowing Jack and Steven would both understand Brian's fear as a new father of anything happening to his oldest child as she began to be able to explore the world for herself.
"Leggo!" Abbey told Brian, still wiggling. Robert laughed and rescued her from Brian's iron grip.
"Here," Robert laughed. "Better?" he asked her. She nodded, cuddling into her papa. "Where were you going? Tell Papa."
"I see silly birdie," she told Robert.
"What birdie?" he asked.
"He say he sleep upside down."
Robert's eyes were the only sign that the news caused him any concern. "You talked to him?" She nodded. "Did he look like a bird or a man?"
"Yes," Abbey replied.