Vincent POV
Call me a little shocked; no lunch was prepared; this was a rare event; only if someone is sick would the house, not smell of food: Grandma's apple pies or a roast cooking. I should not have been, not with how they had been. The Great-grandparents were so excited and talked nonstop about the pending birth. It might take a few sleepless nights for the novelty to wear off. But then there is the reason to celebrate, like the first teeth, first steps, and many firsts, and they talk about a scrapbook to collect all those memories. They are even talking about a second child, and I have not yet used to being a dad.
I knew something was wrong in the kitchen, and it did not feel like it was baby-related. I stood with her in my arms as she cried, and I had no clue why—that was until w
