How could Jenn have left Dn with me like that when it was making my gut churn just to leave her behind with the nanny? I shook my head, marveling at the oddness of parenthood, and doing my best to ignore the little voice in my head that urged me to turn around and go back home to be with Dn again.


    Maybe that was why the drive to work felt so exceptionally long. It was like every light turned red and all the traffic crawled to a standstill. My only options were to the stare at the clock on the dashboard, or wait for my phone to buzz with news about the baby. I knew that any second I would get a message asking me toe home, or telling me that Dn was sick or . . .


    I took a deep breath. My office building was just ahead of me now, and I pulled into my parking space, suddenly ovee with exhaustion.


    “Coffee,” I muttered to myself. “I’ve got to get some coffee.”


    Climbing out of my truck, I pulled my cell from my pocket and nced at the home screen. It was cheesy, I knew, but Dn’s face stared back at me from the photo I’d taken yesterday and chosen as my wallpaper, a spit bubble still wet on her lips. No messages.


    “Probably still having breakfast,” I said, then internally scolded myself. I couldn’t go through the entire day talking to myself. I wasn’t going to be that guy-that nervous parent who left the office at lunchtime because he couldn’t stand to be away from his kid.


    Dn was in good hands. I just had to be patient. I could do this.


    With all that in mind, I climbed the stairs to my office and managed to only check my cell another four times before opening my door and trudging toward my Keurig. As I popped a K-cup into ce, Tiffany hurried through the door, her red hair slightly mussed.


    “Damn, I was trying to beat you to the coffeepot.” She blew out a shallow breath, then held her chest as it rose and fell in quick session.


    “Did you actually run in here?”


    She smiled. “Maybe.”


    Laughing at herself, she took a seat across from my desk, and we reviewed the notes and agenda for the day. A few times, she paused, and I knew she was on the brink of asking me about Dn, but either my serious gaze or her own inhibitions stopped her. Whatever the reason was, though, I was grateful for it.


    “Okay, I think that’s everything,” I said, and my phone buzzed against the rustic wood surface of my desk.


    Without bothering to excuse myself, I snatched up the phone and thumbed it open. Dn stared back at me, but this time it wasn’t my wallpaper photo-she was in her high chair mixing something in a bright yellow bowl and making a mess of it, her head tossed back in midugh. I scrolled down and read the text.


    Addison: Someone likes banana pancakes!


    The text featured a little monkey emoji beneath it, and I smiled.


    “Everything all right?” Tiffany asked, and I was surprised to see her still standing there as I looked up.


    “Yeah, everything’s great.”


    She cocked her head and then backed away. “All right then, if you’re sure.”


    After she left, I stared at the door, still thinking of Dn mixing her pancake ingredients. I would never have thought to cook with her or have her help like that, not when she was so young. I’d be too nervous about the stove or her somehow getting to one of the knives . . .


    I sipped my coffee, blowing a deep breath out my nose. Even now, with all these hypothetical worries trampling my thoughts, I felt better than I had in thest three daysbined. The panic of being a parent, of being responsible for another person’s life, was still there, churning away at the back of my mind, but I was feeling better by the second. Sure, Dn might get near the stove or the knives when I was around, but I knew Addison would never let that happen. She had a knack. She was a natural at this in a way I wasn’t.


    And the way she looked at Dn? Addison was the one thing I knew I didn’t have to worry about.


    For the next few hours, I timed myself-only allowing myself to nce at my phone every thirty minutes. Even then, I didn’t allow myself to text and ask how Dn was doing. The girls needed time to bond, and I needed to work. God knew I needed to work.


    Around two, though, my phone chimed again and I found another picture waiting for me. This time Addison and Dn wereughing together, each of them holding sparkly y-Doh in their hands. Had Addison brought toys with her? She didn’t have to do that.


    My heart melted when I read the message underneath.


    Addison: Don’t worry, even the sparkles are non-toxic. We’re learning not to eat y dough.


    Iughed, imagining Dn’s face wrinkling as she tasted the salty concoction. No doubt that was a lesson she was going to hang on to.


    I moved to put my phone down, but then it buzzed in my hand and another message appeared.


    Addison: Hey, what time do you get home from work? I forgot to ask.


    I replied quickly, letting her know I’d be home around six, but before I could put the phone down, it buzzed again.


    Addison: Okay, great. As for dinner . . . do you have any allergies or anything? Anything you don’t like?


    Max: You don’t have to go grocery shopping.


    Her answer came immediately after my response. I’d left her the car seat just in case, but I’d rather her not have to bother with it.


    Addison: Toote. I’m making dinner, but I need to know if anything is going to kill you first.


    I smiled. She had a sense of humor beneath that bubbly persona.


    Max: No mustard, please. Other than that, I’m easy.


    Addison sent a little thumbs-up in return.From N?velDrama.Org.


    Grinning, I put the phone down and turned back to my work, but before I got a chance to fully dive in, my office door opened.


    “Hey, you have a minute?” Tiffany peeked around the door and when I nodded, she stepped inside, careful to shut the door behind her.


    “I was thinking, thest couple of days have been tough for you. Do you and Dn want toe over to my ce tonight? It might be nice for you to get a home-cooked meal for a change.”


    “Thanks for the offer, but I actually already have ns.”


    She rolled her eyes. “No one calls the drive-through at Wendy’s ‘ns.''”


    Iughed. “No. Dn’s new nanny is making us dinner.”


    “Oh,” she said, her voice tight. After a pause, she added, “I’d wondered where that little muffin was today.”


    I nodded. “Yep, she’s home, and happy and safe. But like I said, that was very nice of you to offer. Thanks again.”


    “Anytime. It’s an open invitation.” Tiffany hesitated and then headed back out the door, closing it with a tiny snap.


    I threw myself back into work, and at one point, realized that I was humming under my breath.


    I patted myself on the back for a job well done. Now that Addison was living in the house and taking care of the baby, everything was going to be perfect.