Robert slid the pages across. “For the next seven days, you’re doing everything on that list. Feeding, diaper changes, laundry, bottles, meals, cleanup, soothing, nighttime wake-ups… all of it.”
“This is ridiculous,” Gerald bit out.
“No. Ridiculous is taping a timer to a shower door because your recovering wife needs more than four minutes to wash her hair,” Robert muttered.
“Dad, this is dramatic.”
Gerald stared as if the terms might change if he waited long enough. Robert was not bargaining.
“And Jennie gets uninterrupted time,” Robert added. “However long she needs.”
Gerald rubbed the back of his neck. “I have meetings.”
Robert nodded. “Then you’ll learn what women learn every day. Life doesn’t pause because you’re inconvenienced. As long as you’re living in a house I helped you buy, this is how the next week goes. And I will be here to make sure it happens.”
“You can’t just take over my house, Dad.”
Robert folded his hands. “Watch me.”
“I will be here to make sure it happens.”
