I think it’s time we introduced this little fellow to his family,” she said. “Don’t you?” Francesca held out her arms to take the baby, but Violet turned away. “Not just yet,” she said. She wanted to hold him a while longer. Maybe until Tuesday. “Mother, I think he might be hungry.” Violet assumed an arch expression. “He’ll let us know.” “But – ” “I know a thing or two about babies, Francesca Bridgerton Stirling.” Violet grinned down at John. “They adore their grandmamas, for example.