one with Luna’s name and the other with Leo’s.
Daniel checked the straps on the car seats.
“Seven thirty,” he said. “Friday.”
He tightened one strap.
He looked toward the hall.
Daniel almost smiled.
I folded two receiving blankets and placed them into Leo’s bag.
The blue folder remained downstairs.
For the first time, I did not want to know what Vivian thought I was worth.
I wanted the birth to belong to Daniel, the babies, and me.
Daniel carried the second car seat toward the stairs.
He nodded.
He reached the nursery door.