"When do I get to meet Colton?" My father asked the second we got home.
I wasn't surprised at all. On the contrary, I was waiting for him to ask this question on our way back home. I am impressed that he has managed to suppress it until now.
"You just got home, Dad," I said softly, guiding him to the living area, "Get some rest, and then we'll talk about meeting him,"
"I have rested enough when I was at the hospital," He grunted.
I gave him a look and wanted to tell him how tired he looked, but I didn't want him to feel offended or bad about it. "Dad, can we not do this now?"
"She is right, sweetie," My mother chimed to support me. I looked at her in surprise. Normally, she wouldn't back up me, so why would she do that now? "You can rest now, so tonight you will feel rejuvenated to me
