CHAPTER 22
“Did you have a good day?” Jake asks.
I’m curled up against him, nestled beneath my electric blanket. Patricia’s out watching some cooking show, so Jake and I went to bed early.
“It wasn’t bad.” I’ve been thinking about that granny lady in church now that everything’s quiet and there’s nothing to do. Patricia will sleep in Natalie’s room, so she’ll cover the night feeding and the suctioning, and she’ll take care of the apnea monitor if it goes off.
“I’m opening tomorrow, so I’ve got to get up early.”
I hate it when Jake works days.
Jake must sense that I’m upset, because he snuggles up a little closer. “Sorry I won’t be here to help out.”
It’s sweet of him to say, even though he never helps with the baby anyway. I swear, that boy can go three or four days without even tou
