“I’m sorry,” Ryan said to me. I should have come for you. For him.”
He touched our son’s hair like it might float away. Kissed my forehead, awkward and new again.
Suddenly, Caleb cleared his throat. “My work here’s about done.”
“Stay a few more days,” Ryan said. “Show me the fixes.”
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***
In the morning, I put my robe back where it belonged.
Ryan changed a diaper that fought him, laughing like the man I married. Caleb handed him a wrench.
“Your turn.”
My son yawned. The day opened wide.
“Little one,” I whispered, “Dad’s home.”
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