“Because Jason’s coming home.”
Sunday afternoon, Jason texted me.
Flight landed! Be home in an hour.
I smiled slightly as I read the message.
Perfect timing.
My mom arrived thirty minutes later.
“Are you sure about this?” she asked after I explained my plan.
“Yes.”
She studied my face for a moment, then nodded.
“You deserve a break.”
When Jason pulled into the driveway, Oliver was asleep in his bassinet, and I was sitting calmly on the couch.
Jason walked in looking sunburned and relaxed.
“Hey!” he said cheerfully.
