Jason ran a hand through his hair, panic creeping into his expression.
“Amelia, I just got back.”
“And three days ago, you left.”
“That’s different.”
“How?”
He opened his mouth, then closed it again.
No answer came.
My mom gently handed Oliver to him.
Jason held the baby awkwardly, looking completely overwhelmed.
“His bottles are in the fridge,” I said. “Diapers are in the nursery. He wakes every two hours at night.”
Jason’s eyes widened.
“Every two hours?”
“Yes.”
He swallowed hard.
