"She does not," Meredith protests, but she laughs a little anyway, swaying slowly back and forth. Supporting her carefully, she taps a finger lightly against Theresa's nose, drawing her hand back from grabby little hands. "She's adorable." Precious, even, and fast separating herself from the woman Meredith knew. How the hell she's supposed to help raise this tiny person, she doesn't know, but now she's holding onto her, she can barely look away.