“These help with cramps. Maybe a heating pad too.”
I added both without hesitation.
At that point, I was used to the quiet way strangers looked at me and instantly understood my life.
Single father.
Five kids.
No wife anywhere in sight.
But none of them knew about the first night.
The night Natalie kissed our baby’s forehead, grabbed her purse, and casually said she was running to get milk.
Rosie was six months old then.
Maya was six years old.