Four weeks into parenthood felt like a milestone, and Erik was determined to celebrate.
After a couple of blowout fights, they’d settled into a little bit of a routine. Andreas was trying to be patient as Erik got to grips with his fear of handling her wrong, and Erik tried to do the same when Andreas was having a dizzy day, as they’d long since dubbed his dysphoria.
And when the twenty-eighth day of being a father closed, Erik decided to throw nerves and niggles to the wind, and celebrate.
It wasn’t easy. The house felt stuffy and confining. Andreas, wracked by dizzy days for the whole pregnancy and most of the time since, refused to leave it if he didn’t absolutely have to. Beatriz was a demanding hunger monster, and the cat wasn’t helping matters, wanting to enjoy all this sitting ar
