No career-ending disaster.
Just a manager saying:
Pregnancy & Maternity
“Take care of your family.”
Ethan returned to the living room.
“Rescheduled.”
Then he held out his arms.
“Rachel.”
I handed June to him.
He settled her against his chest.
“Go sleep.”
I did.
For four hours.
When I woke, Ethan was sitting on the couch.
June slept in the bassinet beside him.
He wasn’t watching television.
He wasn’t on his phone.
He was watching her.
He looked up when I entered.
“Her temperature is 100.2.”
“I checked it two hours ago.”
“I gave the next antibiotic dose at nine.”
“She ate a little.”
“Not much.”
“But something.”
“She fell asleep about an hour ago.”
I sat beside him.
June looked more peaceful.
“She looks better.”
“I think so too.”
Then Ethan became quiet.
“Rachel?”
“Yes?”
