Watching Marla gracefully remove Emilia from Jed’s arms, I catch Adam’s lingering gaze. We both hope to have that one day. And I’m almost certain we will, whether it’s in the form of adoption or one of our own.
I follow Marla with Emilia up to the room she plans to decorate for her new granddaughter.
Jed’s still outside and already has a beer in his hand. We all know this hasn’t been the easiest of transitions for him, but I know he’ll turn it around. He’s way too good of a person, plus I see his love for Emilia. I think he’s just worried he won’t be a good enough parent. I think it’s the caring part he feels he’s not capable of. Which is why Marla is the one taking Emilia upstairs.
“Hey,” I whisper.
Marla’s struggling to get Emilia’s coat off without waking her. I sit down and help Ma
