I smiled at my husband as he grabbed my hand and walked with me up the stairs, to our bedroom. “He really is going to be all right,” I mumbled, more to myself, than for him.
“I told you he would.”
“It’s because he has you as an example.”
“And you, and Kendra, and Hex,” Gabe added. “He’s a lucky guy.”
“I love you,” I blurted out, because whether he knew it or not, the way his son was handling fatherhood was all down to watching how his father did it.
“More today than yesterday?” He asked, before yawning himself.
“Always,” I told him. Then, we took a nap, knowing that tomorrow would be the same answer again, and again until the end.
