"Ah, she's a restless baby," Juliana answered. A blatant lie--maybe. Honestly, Jules knew little about her own daughter besides her name and the fact that she looked next to nothing like herself or her incarcerated husband. Apart from that... well, that what the nanny was for, right? To take care of her and to know all of the stupid stuff so that she didn't have to bother with it. Jules was not a baby person, and even having an infant was not going to change that.
She hoisted Mischa up against her shoulder and patted her back strangely, as if she were more concerned about messing up her nails than calming the child down. "She gets like this a lot. Not that you would know, of course--unless all those galleons of yours have sprouted eyes and routinely report back to you," Juliana commented, a hint of annoyance in her voice. Yes, it did ruffle her feathers a bit that Christopher had never seen his daughter up until this point, if only because she had to live with her and see her every day. "Did they? ---Well, silly me, of course they did. That would be the only reason that a father would remove himself physically from his own child's life. Unless her father is just an irresponsible bastard, I suppose..."
Juliana made her way into the living room in a way that suggested that she owned the flat, regardless of the still-restless Mischa, and sat down on one of the couches. "But that's not you, is it, Christopher?" Juliana inclined her head towards him with a smile. "That would be terrible."
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