Caleb POV
I woke up at six after maybe two hours of sleep, showered, dressed in casual clothes that felt foreign (jeans and a sweater instead of my usual suit), and tried to prepare myself for the most important day of my life.
Today I'd spend real time alone with Tom. Well, supervised by Bella, but still.
I had no idea what I was doing.
Lisa had already transformed Tom's room overnight. The walls were now painted a soft blue-green that Tom had chosen, and workers were scheduled to install the upgraded glow-in-the-dark stars this afternoon. A delivery of toys was coming at noon, age-appropriate options Lisa had researched extensively.
I was in the kitchen attempting to make pancakes when Tom appeared in the doorway in dinosaur pajamas, rubbing his eyes.
"Morning, Daddy," he said slee
