My Husband Went Still Over Our Newborn and Asked, “Why Didn’t You Tell Me?” — Then His Mother Walked In
I know my husband now.
All of him.
And all of him is worth knowing.
Chapter 16 — Maine
Six months later, the afternoon sun streamed through the wide bay windows of our new home, in a quiet coastal town in Maine, and the air that came through the open door carried the clean, mingled scent of pine trees and the sea.
I sat on the porch rocker, holding six-month-old Fiona as she giggled and kicked her tiny feet in a bright yellow sunsuit, delighted by the world and by nothing in particular, in the way of babies who have never known a single unsafe day.
Luca walked out onto the porch carrying two mugs of hot coffee.