After leaving Jeffrey's room, I followed Lewis back to ours. The moment the door clicked shut behind us, I turned to face him. "What's really going on? Are you and Dad planning something?"
He cupped my face in both hands, his touch easy and warm. "There's nothing for you to worry about. Dad just doesn't want a pregnant woman staying up late. Go shower and rest."
"But "
He was already steering me gently toward the bathroom. I pulled back slightly. "Carl, I'm not helpless. I can manage a shower on my own."
"I know," he said, giving in just enough. "But tomorrow I'm having Theo add non-slip mats in the bathroom and a carpet in the bedroom. Better safe than sorry."
It was a little much, but his heart was in the right place, so I let it go. "Okay."
"Be careful getting up after," he added.
"I know, Honey." I rose onto my toes and kissed his cheek. "But if there's any news from Whitney, you tell me immediately."
"I will," he promised.
