Barry didn't seem keen about having to pick Emma up and drop her off again this month. He was even less excited about it when I explained we needed the extra help because we were moving. I don't need him and Nate to get into an argument in front of Emma. Hopefully he got his yelling done over the phone.
Nate scowls but takes a deep breath and hands Emma to my waiting arms after I loop her bag over my shoulder.
"I'll be right back," I say and kiss him on his cheek.
Emma giggles and babbles on about her dad as we walk to the front door together, her bouncing on my hip. "You're going to be good for your daddy. Right?" I ask and she smiles. "But not too good."
I whisper the last encouragement so her father doesn't hear.
She's all smiles as I open the door and even yells out "Daddy" when s
