“It’s good to have you back, Chief,” Lacy said as she set a mug of coffee on Mark’s desk, which he stood behind. “How’re mom and baby?”
Mark was still thinking of his wife and Grace, who’d both been tucked in, sound asleep, when he left.
“You get much sleep?” Lacy continued.
Mark yawned as he shrugged out of his black down coat and tossed it over the coat tree. He gave his head a shake before reaching for the black coffee, taking in the dogs, whom Lacy had just put more kibble out for. “Sleep?” he said. “A few hours, here and there. Then I have a moment where I think, ‘Holy God, I’m responsible for this tiny thing.’ I wonder if that ever goes away. It seemed she woke every two hours last night. But they’re both good, both sleeping when I left. We named her Grace.”
Mark had even changed
