He lifted her from the crib without looking toward me for instructions.
I picked up Emma.
For several minutes, we paced opposite sides of the nursery, each soothing one daughter.
Eventually the crying softened.
Brandon glanced across the room at me.
Neither of us said anything.
There was nothing dramatic left to say.
The house became quiet again.
But this time, the silence didn’t come from me taking our daughters somewhere else.
It came from two parents finally acting like parents.
