She expected him to do things right, same as anyone.
Jamie, on the other hand, was thrilled. He counted the weeks out loud. He bought tiny socks with his own paycheck. He told every customer at the garden center he was about to be an uncle.
When Sophie was born, he stood in the hospital doorway and held out his hands.
“Can I hold her?”
Claire pulled the baby against her chest.
“No. Absolutely not.”
He bought tiny socks with his own paycheck.
“Claire…” I said. “He’s held babies before.”
“And if he squeezes too hard? Drops her? Gets excited and forgets she isn’t a doll? I’m not experimenting with my daughter.”
Jamie lowered his arms slowly.
“Okay.”
He put his hands in his pockets.
He told every customer at the garden center he was about to be an uncle.
