The Knocking Started Right After She Told Me He Was Mine

and crossed to me. When she placed Noah in my arms I nearly fumbled him from sheer panic. My whole body went rigid.

“Support his head,” she said.

“I know that.”

“You absolutely do not.”

Fair.

I adjusted my grip. His weight settled in, barely there but somehow crushing. Warm. Real. His mouth opened in his sleep. One fist worked free from the blanket and continue reading …