“Already sleeping on the job?” I smirk, but she takes me seriously.
“I-uh.”
“No, it’s fine. Everything go okay?” I ask. She has no idea how tempted I’ve been all day to come home and check.
“Perfect, actually. She’s such an easy baby. We’ve had a really good day. We played peek-a-boo, did a few minutes of tummy time—which she hates, by the way—then she napped for a few hours. After she woke up, she ate and had a poop explosion, so I gave her a quick bath in the sink. Then she ate again an hour ago, and then we both fell asleep,” Mila whispers with a smile, before repositioning her body. Sounds like everything did go well, which makes me happy.
I take Maize from her arms. “Hey, baby girl,” I whisper, kissing her forehead. She looks up at me with admiration, and it’s times like this that
