Ethan didn’t blink.

“You’ll take full primary care of our daughter today while I go upstairs and sleep,” I went on.

“You’ll measure every dose of her medicine, check her ear temperature every two hours, and record every wet diaper in her written care logbook.

And starting next week, you’ll take over driving my mother to her Thursday physical therapy and medical appointments at the Oakridge clinic.”

“Your mother?” he asked softly.