“Owww!” she screeches, and I bring my finger to my lips.

“Please don’t wake him up. Let’s hope he sleeps at least another hour,” I say.

She smiles again and I’m captivated by her. Even in pain, she’s flawless. Her curls cascade around her face, and I have a sudden urge to wrap them around my fingers. She’s cast a spell on me, and I feel weak.

“I’m sorry I got mad at you,” she says. “It’s just, we didn’t get off on the right foot when I first came here. I was so angry with you and your lack of empathy for your own child. I didn’t understand why you couldn’t bring yourself to love him and care for him. I’ve worked with critically ill babies for so long, and I don’t remember ever having to convince a parent to be there for them. You confused me. And worried me.”

Her instincts were right on so many levels. Kai scared me. He still scares me. “If I avoided everything, I thought it would go away.”

“That’s cowardice,” she says.

“I know.”

“When you told me about your parents’ reaction to Kai, it made me happy. Your mom gave you good advice.” She smiles warmly, “She seems like a great lady.”

My parents were supposed to come visit Kai several weeks ago, but they changed their plans when Bill got sick. He was in bed with the flu for almost ten days, and they decided to wait a little while longer before coming up. They’re worried about bringing germs with them. I FaceTimed with them last week, and they were so happy to lay eyes on a sleeping Kai. My mother had tears in her eyes when she saw him in my arms.

“She is. She’s been through a lot in her life, and she got through it all with shining colors. Bill has been a great husband and father to me, and I’m grateful for that. Even though I don’t show it as much as I should—or ever.”

“You’re lucky, Garrett. You have two parents here to love you and Kai.” Her face is solemn, and I feel compelled to ask about her parents again. The last time I did, she shut it down. She’s reluctant to reminisce, and I feel intrusive when I ask.

“Yeah. My gene pool isn’t perfect, but I shouldn’t complain about where I’ve come from.” Now I want to change the subject because the thought of my birth father makes my skin crawl.

Her eyes are heavy, and she looks like she’s about to fall asleep.

“I’ll make you a deal,” I say, surprising myself.

“What?” she says groggily.

“Take the rest of the night off. Completely. I’ll stay with Kai in his room, and you can sleep in the guest room.” For once, she’ll get a good night sleep without any interruptions. I want to do this for her.

She raises her eyebrows and shakes her head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. You haven’t done a complete overnight with him ever. I’m usually an arms-length away. I don’t think you know what you’re agreeing to.”

Neither do I, but I continue, “If I can make it through, we can talk about a schedule so I can give you back some time to yourself. You’ve been caring tirelessly for Kai for months, and most of the time you’ve done it on your own.”

She nods in agreement, but she still looks worried.

“Do we have a deal?” I press, and she slowly nods again as she yawns.

“I’ll sleep right here,” she says. “No need for me to mess up one of the other guest rooms. Besides, I don’t think I can walk upstairs again.” She tenses her leg, and the ice pack slides from her foot. The swelling hasn’t gone down yet, and the bruising is darker, more pronounced.

I carefully slide her foot from my lap and stand up. She looks alarmed as I stand over her and scoop her into my arms. “What are you doing?” she asks.

“Put your arms around my neck and hold on tight.” I take a step forward, and she does as I say. Her arms slip around my neck and she settles into my chest.

“You don’t have to carry me,” she says sleepily.

“You’re right, I don’t.” I pretend I’m going to drop her, and she squeals and tightens her grip around my neck, burrowing her head into my chest.

“Hey!” she says playfully. “Not funny.”

I take my time walking up the vast staircase. I want to savor our connection as long as I can. We reach the first guest room on the left, and I open the door. A large king-sized bed is across the room in the center of the wall. Pillows are piled high, and the oversized down comforter looks so inviting.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been in this room,” she says as I carry her toward the bed.

“I’m not sure I have either.” I chuckle. The house is huge, and this is one of nine bedrooms on this floor. “I’m not sure anyone has.”

I know Peggy keeps all of the rooms in pristine shape, so the sheets and bedding are clean and fresh, regardless if the door has ever been opened to anyone else.

I pull back the covers with a free hand and slowly lower her onto the bed. She stares into my eyes as I reluctantly place her down. She is casting a spell on me, and I don’t want to leave her. Her eyes are heavy and I know she’s tired, but I don’t want to let her go. I release her and lean over her to grab one of the spare pillows. I brush against her breasts and she shudders.

“You cold?” I ask, knowing she’s reacting to me.

“A little,” she whispers.

I gently raise her foot and place the oversized pillow under it. “Try to keep it elevated, okay?” I say and reluctantly remove my hand from her leg.

“Okay,” she says and closes her eyes. I pull the covers over her, but not before I take in the beauty of her entire body. Long, lean legs. Perfectly toned. Narrow hips and soft, toned stomach. Her breasts are small but full, leading to an elegantly long neck. I lick my lips, trying not to act on my urges.

“Goodnight,” I say, forcing myself to leave the room.

“Good luck,” she says and turns onto her side.

I rush downstairs to grab the cooler from the counter and return to the second floor. I change my shirt before I head back into Kai’s room. He’s fussing in his crib but not crying.

“Hey, little dude,” I say as I approach the crib. He’s staring at the stuffed Dalmatian intently. He’s still swaddled so tight. I’m amazed. He grunts when I pick him up and continues to squirm in my arms. After I struggle through another diaper change, we settle into his chair so I can feed him. I’ve only done this a few times completely on my own, and I’m suddenly terrified.

What if he cries again? Or chokes?

What if I can’t handle this?

I loosen his blankets and adjust him in my arms. He takes the bottle immediately and begins sucking it down like I’ve never seen him do before. Before I know it, the bottle is gone and he’s been burped successfully several times. He’s passed out on my shoulder, and I begin rocking the chair slowly back and forth.

As I close my eyes, I relive the mistakes I made today. I vow to keep Sam at a comfortable distance so I don’t scare her off. I also vow to keep the booze locked up, at least for a while. I inhale deeply and for once, I don’t smell spit-up or sour milk.

Today was a good day.

SOFT SNORING WAKES ME UP and Kai is still out cold. He’s warm and nestled tightly into my chest. But the snoring isn’t coming from him. Did I imagine it?

I open my eyes further and see Sam asleep on the bed across from me. I also notice that an extra blanket is draped over me and Kai. She’s curled up on her side, and her foot is resting high up on a pillow. Her mouth is open slightly and soft noises escape her perfect lips.

I could stare at her like this forever. I’m holding my son and Sam is here with us. I take a mental picture of our unconventional ‘family,’ and I don’t want this ever to end. I don’t know how we wound up here, together, but it feels right, and I will do what I can to protect this moment. Bottle it up so I can remember the peace that I feel right now. With Kai. With Sam.