Liam didn’t just submit a request for paternity leave; he practically handed his captain a pre-filled memo before the ink on Cole’s birth certificate was dry. For five days in the postpartum ward, he lived in a vinyl hospital armchair, hovering over the bassinet with the hyper-vigilance of a man on tactical night patrol.
By the time the discharge papers were signed, Liam had organized the logistics like an operation. He loaded Leah and Cole into his truck with surgical precision, driving thirty miles per hour below the speed limit on the way back to The Anchor & Bean, flinching at every minor pothole.
Once they were settled upstairs, Liam took complete control. He banned Leah from doing anything more strenuous than holding the baby and sleeping. He whipped up chicken cutlets and steamed
