Epilogue
Emmett
Three Years Later
Race home and relieve the nanny? Check. Change from my business suit into clothes that I won’t mind getting barf or dirt on? Check. Start a pot of soup for dinner? Check. Now it’s time for the baby’s late-afternoon feeding.
“I swear, you guys keep me busier than the office ever did,” I say with a chuckle.
While I wrangle Landon into his high chair, Chloe toddles off into the living room in search of something to play with—or destroy. Our big black Newfoundland, Heidi the Second, is sleeping in the patch of sunlight by the bay window, but that doesn’t last long. Chloe runs right over and yanks on her poor floppy ears.
“Be gentle, sweetie,” I call out, maneuvering a spoonful of mushy peas into Landon’s mouth.
Chloe doesn’t really listen, but the dog c
