She’d hide a laugh behind her hand if I could tell her about Benjamin waiting until he was diaperless to finally s**t for the first time all day. She’d laugh even harder if I told her I couldn’t find the clean diapers and temporarily had him strapped into an upside down onesie, which he promptly peed through.
I’ve faced enemy armies and the hail of gunfire, but nothing brings you to your knees quite like an infant.
I pull out my phone to check the time—to see if I can run to the kitchen and grab something to eat before Benjamin wakes up—when I see Piper’s name on my screen.
I forgot about the vibration from earlier. She called almost forty minutes ago.
Maybe she’s calmed down and is ready to hear my explanation for what happened with her dad. She probably understands why I did it now.
