The house was spotless when I got home that evening. My older kids were asleep, Abel looked peaceful snoozing in his crib.
What was I so worried about? I thought.
Only, that week Abel seemed cranky.
He’d wince and cry whenever his daddy picked him up.
‘He doesn’t like me,’ Oliver worried, pushing Abel into my arms.
‘Don’t be silly, he’s just a baby,’ I reassured, always settling him eventually
The next Sunday the weather was cold and snowy.
‘I don’t want to go to work,’ I shivered, looking out the window.
‘You’ll be done before you know it,’ Oliver encouraged.
‘Bye-bye beautiful,’ I said, kissing Abel’s tiny nose andwatching it wrinkle.
