Bringing Grace home from the hospital felt like the most terrifying thing Emma had ever done.
She sat in the backseat with the car seat—which they'd triple-checked was installed correctly—and watched Grace sleep while James drove approximately fifteen miles per hour through Manhattan traffic.
"You can go faster than this," Emma said.
"I have precious cargo." James glanced in the rearview mirror. "I'm being careful."
"At this rate, she'll be in kindergarten by the time we get home."
But Emma was grateful for the slow drive. Grateful for the extra few minutes before they had to figure out how to keep a tiny human alive with no nurses to help them.
They pulled up to their brownstone, and Emma stared at it like she'd never seen it before.
This was Grace's home. The place where she'd gro
