house.
While relatives and near-strangers partied beneath me.
“I need quiet.”
Ron nodded as though I had finally recognized his genius.
“Exactly. That’s why we’ve got people handling everything.”
“What everything?”
“Food. Cleanup. Baby shifts.”
I stared.
“What baby shifts?”
Caleb quickly said, “Dad.”
Ron ignored him.
“You sleep. We rotate with the baby.”
“No.”
The answer came immediately.
He smiled.
“You haven’t slept in three days.”
“No.”
“You’ll thank us tomorrow.”
“No.”
His smile tightened.
“Erin, nobody’s trying to steal your baby.”
“I didn’t say you were.”
“Then stop
