I jog over to grab the bag I left by the door. I pull things out as I speak. “I got you some wine because you can drink again now. I read that you can drink while breastfeeding, but you just have to pump and dump. Guess we don’t have to worry about that now.”

“Thank God.” She laughs.

“I got you some of your favorite snacks and some more of those pencils you like to draw with. I know you don’t have as much time now, but I’ll take Luna any time you want to let the creativity flow. And for the finale, I got you some sushi.”

I pull out a small tray of it. “You were so sad that you couldn’t try it while pregnant.”

“Okay, let’s give it a shot.” She grins at me while I open the container. She takes a piece and pops it in her mouth. It takes about ten seconds for her to give her verdict.

“Now, I feel like an idiot.”

“Why?” I ask.

“Because that’s disgusting.”

fifty-one

My Perfect View

Dylan

“You know, this is Luna’s first Christmas. We didn’t have to go completely hog wild on buying her stuff,” Leah tells me as she gets the baby out of her car seat.

I bring in all the bags and set them on the kitchen counter. “She deserves all the stuff. Have you seen how cute she is?”

“Yes, she’s very cute. But she doesn’t even know what her hands are yet. She’s not going to understand the concept of toys.”

“Hear that, Luna? I want you to remember this moment when trying to figure out which one of us you’ll put in the better nursing home.”

That earns me an eye roll.

I say, “You have to admit that the matching outfits that I got for her and baby Beth are adorable.”

“I’ll give you that. But aside from that, you went nuts.”

“Just think about when she does get older, and we already have a ton of stuff to play with.”

“Dylan, are the toys more for you or for her?”

I avoid her gaze. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She pulls a box out of one of the bags. “A remote control car? Why would our baby need this?”

“Maybe, the baby will think that it’s cool.”

“Mm-hmm. I didn’t even see you put this in the cart.”

“It’s hard to see anything from that high horse of yours.”

She looks down. “You’re lucky she’s asleep, or she would tell you how ridiculous you are.”

With that, she walks in the other room to put Luna down for a nap. In the few weeks since my mom came to talk to Leah, things have been much better. Although we still have some rough nights, she has become much more confident as Luna’s mom, and we’ve settled into a comfortable routine.

We’ve even ventured out of the house a few times with the baby—like today when we decided to do some Christmas shopping. We said we were shopping for everyone else, but it turned into mainly shopping for Luna.

I can’t help it. She started smiling and laughing a couple of days ago, and now, I want to give her the whole world. That girl could smile, and I would give her anything she wanted.

We may be in trouble down the line.