The car rumbling onto the drive at half past ten at night interrupted the fourth boring film, and Jayden suddenly hated the new baby with an irrational force. The film was the first real spark of interest Darren had shown in anything, and if the baby coming home meant he was going to retreat…
“Darling! We’re home!”
…then they could take it right back.
To his surprise, Darren swung his feet off the bed and went to the door of his own accord. Hardly daring to hope that the darkness had passed, or even eased, Jayden went after him, following the sound of Dad tossing Mum’s overnight bag at the stairs, and Mum’s kind of disturbing cooing.
She had a bundle. Looked like Dad didn’t know fast labour from slow. It whimpered, and Jayden stopped on the fifth step and stared at it.
“Um, so?” he tr
