He sat down in a chair by the table and began to play “Oh Holy Night.” Music was what the man did when he felt he had nothing else to offer.
"Look, he's taken my nipple. Already!
“It’s a miracle,” cooed the mother, gentle music flowing in the cabin.“My fifty-year-old breasts making milk for our new baby. I feel like Sarah in the Bible."
Andrew laughed. “Born on Christmas Day. Hallelujah. Let’s call him Rudolph.”