" Good-bye, Sophie,” he whispered. The baby grabbed one of his fingers and lifted it to her mouth. If he let her, she would gnaw and drool on it, as she’d started doing recently. Eleanor glanced at her father for his direction. Quickly Carl bent and placed a kiss on Sophie’s head, before Eleanor could take her away from him. “Good-bye, my little princess. "

― Jody Hedlund , A Noble Groom (Michigan Brides, #2)