Lena's POV
Two weeks after Ethan came home, I finally understood what it meant to have brothers.
Not in the abstract way I'd understood it since the hospital, not the gold gates and the mansion and the company and the name. In the specific, daily, occasionally overwhelming way of three grown men who had collectively lost their minds over a four-pound baby and were not remotely embarrassed about it and showed no signs of becoming embarrassed about it at any point in the foreseeable future.
Henry had reorganized the nursery twice.
Not because anything was wrong with it. The nursery was perfect, Sophia had overseen the original setup with the same precision she applied to everything and it had been correct from day one. Henry had reorganized it because he had read something about optimal
