Leon lowers the baby into the crib, painstakingly slow. The two of you hold your breath, just waiting to see if she stirs once she’s set down, expecting her to start wailing. But this time, blessedly, she stays asleep. You both back out of the nursery, not daring to speak or even do more than share a glance until the door is shut and you’ve safely retreated downstairs. “Finally.” He lets out a sigh of relief, slumping onto the couch. He grabs you by the wrist and pulls you to his lap.