They stood on opposite sides of her.
“I don’t care which one of you wins,” she said. “I don’t care who Mom loves more or who gets more weekends.”
Eric lowered his eyes.
Sophie held out her hands.
“I need both of you to stop fighting long enough to help me.”
Daniel took one hand.
After a long pause, Eric took the other.
The next morning, orderlies arrived to take Sophie to surgery. She handed me her stuffed rabbit, then looked toward the three adults gathered beside her bed.
“If I wake up and you’re fighting again, I’m asking the nurses to remove all of you.”
It was the first time any of us had laughed since the pregnancy test.
Then the doors closed behind her.
The rabbit remained in my arms.
And we waited to learn the name of the thing growing inside my daughter.
Chapter Six
