"I've been telling you that since I could form complete sentences," Dianna drawled, her eyes not lifting from her perfectly manicured nails. Her desire to be here was next to nothing, but her conscience had guilted her into being there for her brother, sure that she would be walking into the worst possible scenario she could imagine. When Dianna arrived and the baby was sleeping and not crying, missing, or dying, well. She could not understand Darien's need for her company.
Dianna's legs crossed and then crossed again and she peered toward the playpen. While Emma's appearance had been a shock, it was most certainly not a surprise. Darien was good looking and attracted girls easily, as all Dobbs men (and women, to be honest) were prone to do. The baby was the product of a random encounter with probably a more random woman, and it was only fair that Darien had to reap what he sowed.
Literally.
She probably should not be so cold. This was her niece, and seeing as Derek was not going to make her an aunt again any time soon (and she would hardly count Ackerly offspring until she and Felix were wed), she supposed she should love this girl. And she did, when there weren't dirty diapers to be changed or eardrum shattering screams being shrieked. Dianna did feel a tug of love, of compassion for the little girl, because it was not Emma's fault that her brother was an idiot. That little baby was a Dobbs, and no matter the circumstances, it deserved her love.
"It has not been so bad," she said, not daring to move closer to the playpen, in case she woke the child. With the museum, wedding planning, Penelope being in the hospital, Dianna had been granted no real time to spend with her brother and niece. Not that she desired to babysit in any sense, but. "I'm sure when she gets a little older it will be easier. She'll do more than eat and sleep."
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