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

You don’t.

You’re sitting here uselessly, wrecking your health and your job.”

I took one step forward, holding June firmly against my chest.

June let out a faint, dry whimper, her tiny fingers clutching my collar.

“Ethan,” I said softly, looking straight into his eyes.

“Look at your daughter.”

Ethan glanced down at June’s flushed, overheated face, then back at his mother’s iron grip on his sleeve.

“I need you here,” I said.