"Go," Isabella said, her arms already reaching for Sophia the following weekend, a knowing, delighted smile on her face. "Your father and I have this handled completely. You two haven't had a single night alone together since before she was born."
"Isabella, we can't just..."
"You absolutely can."
Salvatore appeared behind his niece, equally insistent, already reaching for the diaper bag with the newfound confidence of a grandfather who had spent considerable time practicing.
"Sophia and I have important business to discuss anyway. Family history. She's old enough to start learning it."
"She's three months old," Elena said, half laughing despite herself.
"Never too early," her father said, entirely unbothered, gently accepting Sophia from her arms. "Go, Elena. Enjoy an evening with y
