« We’re doing this for Mom. »
I put two sets in the basket.
Then Ivy screamed.
Lily followed half a second later.
« I hear you, » I said, already moving. « Daddy’s got you. »
I pulled the stroller near a wall and checked Ivy first. Her sleeper was wet through.
« Oh, bug, » I breathed. « That’s a big situation. »
« Daddy’s got you. »
Lily kicked and whimpered, her tiny face turning red.
« I know. You too. We’re going. »