home.
I glanced toward Dad.
He understood immediately.
“Leo and I can inspect the garden,” he said.
“He’s three days old,” I said.
“Then I imagine his standards are forgiving.”
Dad stood carefully with Leo.
Rowan moved instinctively.
“I can take him.”
Dad paused.
So did I.
It was the first time Rowan had offered to hold his son.
The realization crossed his face too.
Dad looked at me.
I nodded.
He placed Leo gently into Rowan’s arms.
My husband’s expression changed.
The anger remained.
So did the confusion.
But
