Malcolm Bright

"Mm," Raylan hummed behind his grin as he shook the towel open and used it to scoop Willa from Malcolm's arms, wrapping her up so he could gently dry her nose with another passing statement. "Gonna keep us runnin', ain't you?"

God help her grammar.

"I'm sure she'll be alright," he assured. "No matter how worked up I might get about it." He nodded towards the bathtub. "We'll wait for you in the living room. I forgot her cream." Specifically, diaper cream.

Raylan grabbed up the diaper and onesie he'd thoughtfully, uselessly brought in and headed back out to the couch where he could lay her down. By the time Malcolm came out, he'd be fitting her into her pajamas.