Pucking Forbidden Claim
“Just do it.”
Gritting my teeth, I shift her awkwardly against my chest, one hand supporting her back as I tap her lightly. It takes a few seconds, but then a small burp escapes her tiny body.
I freeze. “Holy shit,” I mutter, eyes wide. “Did she just—”
“Yes, congratulations, you successfully burped a baby,” my father deadpans.
I glare at him. “That’s some magic shit, don’t act like it isn’t.”