After I gave birth, I began my postpartum recovery, and Finley took over almost every single task of caring for me and the babies.
He pushed off all official business at the Fox Group in the Capital, stayed wholeheartedly in London, and stuck to me and the kids like glue, terrified that even the tiniest mishap would befall us.
Every single day, he followed the confinement nanny step by step to learn how to brew nutritious postpartum soups, and picked up how to change diapers, feed the babies, and lull them to sleep.
Sure, his movements were still a little clumsy, and he often fumbled through every task, flustered and out of his depth, even freezing up completely when the babies wailed at the top of their lungs. Even so, he threw himself into learning every single step, never complained
