Erik went back to work when Beatriz turned two months old.
It was weird, starting to think of her in months rather than weeks. But she was visibly getting bigger, and Erik had gone from a load of apps to a single one, in order to start monitoring her progress consistently. Their routine shifted, so Erik looked after her in the morning before going to work to let Andreas have a lie-in or a long soak in the bath, and then handed her back over with a kiss and a cuddle—for both baby and boyfriend—before heading out to work at lunchtime.
That first day back sucked.
He’d barely been away from his baby girl since she was born, and Erik distinctly didn’t like it. Lizzy ended up stealing his phone so he stopped incessantly texting for updates. Not that Andreas had replied after the fifth or sixt
