Lena's POV
Henry was completely normal about it.
That was the first thing I noticed when I came downstairs with Ethan at six, Henry sitting in the nursing chair in the nursery with his reading glasses pushed up on his forehead and a book open in his lap that he wasn't reading, absolutely not making anything of the fact that I was dressed for a date and handing him my son for the evening.
"You look nice," he said.
Conversational. Easy. The tone of a man who had prepared this sentence and was delivering it at exactly the right moment.
"Thank you," I said.
"The green or the burgundy?" he asked, which told me he had been thinking about this, had opinions about this, and had been waiting for the opportunity to express them.
"Neither. Something new."
He looked up properly then. Took in t
