Jasmine, who was sitting on the double couches with Mendy, pointed toward the kitchen counter, talking about something I couldn't quite hear. Delilah and Kim were at the dining table, both showing each other things on their phones.
I walked over and stopped behind them. Delilah had a photo of a baby crib on her screen, while Kim was looking at a feeding bottle—apparently on sale.
Still… maybe it would help take her mind off her mother.
"Hey, you two."
"Which color?" Delilah asked, swiping across her screen to show another crib—this one orange. "This one has wobbly lines. And this one—the black one."
"I like the orange, wobbly one," I said. "More… colorful."
"God, this whole mommy thing is so difficult," Kim said, then sighed. "But not gonna lie—I kinda like it."
"You?" Delilah asked, turning to me. "You like this whole daddy thing, Evan?"
"Love it. Every second of it." I smirked.
