“It’s okay,” she whispered, soothingly. “I know you didn’t mean to hurt me. But I’m glad you finally understand.”
That night, I helped Lily clean up the watermelon wreckage and made dinner while witnessing the change that swept through the house.
For the first time since I’d arrived, Mark actually helped with the chores. He tackled the dishes, folded laundry, and even managed to assemble the baby’s crib without too much cursing (a minor miracle, in my book).
The transformation was instant and it was definitely welcomed. Mark became Lily’s devoted helper and could anticipate her needs before she even uttered a word.
He cooked, cleaned, massaged her swollen feet, and even repainted the nursery a calming pastel blue, covering up his earlier attempt.
When Lily’s contractions started a few days later, Mark was a pillar of support. He held her hand, offering words of comfort, and even shed a few tears of his own when their beautiful baby girl entered the world.
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