When Our Baby Spiked A High Fever, My Husband Called His Overprotective Mother Before Anyone Else
“She wants to know if she can bring over a tray of baked pasta tomorrow afternoon.”
“What did you tell her?” I asked.
Ethan tapped the screen with his index finger, silencing the ringer while the call kept flashing unanswered.
“I told her no,” Ethan said, looking up from the phone.
“I told her we have our own meals planned for the whole month.”
The screen went dark as the call went to voicemail, leaving the kitchen completely quiet again.
Ethan picked up his wooden spoon, turned the burner down to medium, and shifted June a little higher on his shoulder.