Page 161 of Our Chaotic Love Affair

But she did. In great detail. Cash looked like he might faint.

Finally, Melody yawned.

“We should go,” I said reluctantly.

I handed the baby back to Melody.

“Take the T-shirt out of the bag,” I told Austin. “Put it on.”

He pulled out the World’s Okayest Dad shirt and laughed. “You’re the worst.”

“You love me.”

“I really do.”

Cash and I said our goodbyes and headed down to the parking lot. The sun was coming up. We’d been at the hospital for almost four hours.

“That was intense,” Cash said.

“That was beautiful.”

“Melody described things I never wanted to know about.”

“She’s proud. She should be. And if we’re going to have a baby, you should probably know what you’re getting into.”

We got in the car and Cash started driving.

“You know,” he said. “Now that the baby’s here, we have more freedom. We can travel. Do that trip to France we’ve been talking about.”

“As long as I can still be here for Melody.”

“Of course.”

“The first two weeks are going to be hard. She’s going to need help. Dishes. Laundry. So much laundry.”

“Cleo.” He glanced at me. “They’re Bancrofts. They can hire people to do that.”

“I know. But I want to do it. I want to show up for her. It fills my cup.”

He groaned. “Not the cup thing again.”

“My cup is very full right now.”

“I walked into that.”

We got home and I saw the penthouse with fresh eyes. “I think we need to make some changes. I’ve been busy trying to settle, but this space feels not me.”

“What kind of changes?”

“Get rid of all the gray. Add color. Make it feel like a home instead of a showroom.”

He sighed. “I like the gray.”

“The gray is depressing.”

“It’s sophisticated.”

“It’s boring.” I looked at him. “Trust me on this. A pop of color here, some art there. It’ll be amazing.”