By the time I came back, Robert had papers spread across the kitchen table.
He had made a schedule. Not a rough list, but a printed, minute-by-minute breakdown of my entire day.
5:10 a.m. — Feed baby.
5:45 a.m. — Change diaper.
6:20 a.m. — Wash bottles.
7:15 a.m. — Make breakfast.
And on and on, right into the night wake-ups.
“Dad, this isn’t necessary.”
“How did you even…” I started.
“I’ve been here long enough to notice,” Robert replied. “More than once I found you awake at two in the morning and again at six. I also noticed my son somehow had time for games, naps, and opinions.”
Gerald looked irritated. “Dad, this is dramatic.”
