Jeremy smiled. "The baby, the two-year-old, the five-year-old, or the almost nine-year-old?" he asked. "Nicola is proving to be roughly as stubborn as her namesake," he said. "She's the baby. Then there's Anna, who is two and a half, and a handful. Nora is five, and takes a lot after Keith, rather quiet. And then there's Emma, Amadeo's oldest, from his first marriage. She's got never-ending energy." His smile couldn't possibly be any goofier. "They're perfect."