It could be my imagination.
Everything is groggy.
“Need help here?” Vinnie asks.
“No.”
He nods, then turns.
I hear Vinnie pad around downstairs. I put Stella through the bedtime routine, making sure she brushes her teeth.
“Story time?” Stella asks hopefully.
“Uh—” My head aches, but I only smile. “Sure, sweetie.”
I don’t want to disturb her routine. She’s the best thing in my life, and she deserves everything.
I grab the closest book. It’s thin, which is a big plus.
“Not that one, Daddy,” she pleads.
“Er—right.” I blink at the row of books in the long, cream-colored bookcase. My girl likes to read. “Which one, sweetie?”
Stella grabs a book. “This one.”
Right.
I open the book, blinking.
Then footsteps sound behind me. I turn, and Vinnie is there with my water.
“Ready?” he asks.
“Stella wants me to read to her...”
He frowns. “Your daddy has a headache.”
Stella’s lower lip trembles.
“It’s okay,” I say, grabbing hold of the book.
“Why don’t I read tonight?” Vinnie asks, slipping me the glass of water.
I blink.
Stella blinks.
He turns to Stella, aware he might have said something wrong. “If that’s okay with you?”
She glances at me, and I nod.
She smiles. “Okay.”
“Okay.” Vinnie beams, then begins to read.
Thankfully Stella falls asleep quickly. This has been an exhausting night, but she feels calm.
I realize with a start that I do too.