"Dealing with actors is bad enough," Lewis offered with a smirk of amusement. "Though, Lee was her Wedding Planner and apparently he managed to pull her quite in line throughout. It's just when the wedding day comes, apparently they go all possessed evil demons from hell these types of brides. He loves what he does most of the time, this just isn't one of those times." Holly was still a little grizzly, and it was a classic sign she was tired and needed a sleep. She was definitely getting bigger now, but she was still small for her age. Not at all developmental delayed, though. She was reaching each milestone smoothly, and had literally brought Lorenzo to tears when she, at around 6-7 months, started to say 'Dada' and make other attempted sounds. It wasn't like she was going to start reciting poetry or anything, but she was right on par with her growth.

He had put the cold groceries away in the fridge and was smiling at Holly while he prepared her bottle. Even though they had some issues with her feeding and she didn't always feel up to eating (which was being investigated), she was a really good little baby. She seemed content and wasn't wanting for anything, which Lewis knew had been Lorenzo's biggest fear... that he wouldn't be able to provide everything she needed on his own. He was consistently anxious about her progress, whether she was warm or cool, if he was picking the right clothes for her, if she was going to run out of diapers, if she needed infant Tylenol when she felt a little feverish. The list went on. It was all natural for a new parent, but for Lorenzo, it was so much more important for him to make sure she was taken care off immaculately. The anxiety was just natural and the self-doubt understandable.