fingers tightened around Leo’s blanket.
“I thought there was time.”
“I told you my contractions were four minutes apart.”
“Mom said first babies take ages.”
“You laughed.”
His face tightened.
“I know.”
“You told me to call a cab.”
“I know.”
“You stayed another two nights.”
That was the part I still couldn’t understand.
The dinner had been terrible enough.
But after Leo was born, Rowan received a message Dad sent while I slept.
Leo arrived safely. Mother and baby doing well.
Four hours later, Rowan replied:
Great. Tell Phoebe
