“I spent the last hour working on this while June was sleeping,” Ethan said, standing beside my chair.

“I’m not asking your permission to do this.

I’m telling you this is how it’s going to be.”

I looked down at the schedule.

He had written his name across the Monday, Wednesday, and Friday night feedings from midnight to six in the morning.

In the middle of the page, under the Thursday column, he had blocked off five full hours highlighted in light green.

“That’s eight in the morning to one in the afternoon every single week,” Ethan said.