When Our Baby Spiked A High Fever, My Husband Called His Overprotective Mother Before Anyone Else

I walked down the hallway in my socks and stopped at the top of the stairs.

I could hear the steady clink of a spoon against ceramic from the kitchen below.

The living room carpet had been vacuumed, and the baby blanket was folded neatly over the arm of the armchair.

June lay on her back in the bassinet by the south window, sleeping peacefully with one tiny fist pressed to her cheek.

Ethan sat on the middle cushion of the sofa with the Braun ear thermometer on the side table beside him.

Across his knees lay the blue spiral care logbook I had bought before June was born.