Past scars

Jude POV

I nodded toward the bottles and formula. “You have to prepare the bottle.”

Isadora’s eyes snapped at me. “I’ve never done it.”

I sighed, then held Bianca out to her. “Then you’ll have to hold her while I show you how to do it.”

Isadoraglanced at my daughter, swallowing. Embarrassment filled her face as she met my gaze, and I knew what she’d say before she did. “I’ve never held a baby in my life.”

For a moment, I felt the urge to lash out at her verbally, but I shoved it down. Isadorahad even less say in marrying me than I did. It wasn’t her fault that she didn’t know the first thing about being a mother. “It’s not difficult. Just hold out your arms and take her.”

“What if I drop her? Or hurt her? Or—”

“Isadora, it’s going to be fine. You won’t drop her, and you won’t hurt her.”

Isadoranodded and finally held out her arms. I put Bianca into them, and Isadora immediately cradled her to her chest. “Oh, she’s heavier than I thought.”

I hovered beside her to see if she could hand