Not long after, there was a knock at the door, and knowing I was the only one home, I got up and went to open it.
Standing there was Stephanie, holding her newborn, looking completely drained, and I stepped aside to let her in.
“Is everything okay?” I asked her.
“I’m not sure. I haven’t had any sleep in three days,” she replied, placing the diaper bag on the table.
“Alright. Hand him over. There’s a spare room downstairs—it used to be the basement, but Luke converted it into a bedroom. Supposedly he hosts quite a few guests,” I told her.
“Yeah, that’s when his family comes around.”
“I thought he wasn’t on good terms with them,” I said.
“Not with his father. But his siblings and their families do visit. And there’s a bunch of them,” she explained.
“That makes sense. Head downstairs
