“Guess who just downloaded the Headspace app.”

Glenn says in a soft, sing-song voice while approaching the doorframe and simultaneously playing catch by himself with a small tennis ball. He was still in his blue robe.

“Honestly, I feel better already.”

He adds lightheartedly, leaning against the doorframe and looking in your direction as he tosses the small ball from one hand to the other. Your lack of a response causes Glenn to forget about the ball, and he approached you from behind.

“What’cha doing? Workin’?”

You were currently expecting a baby. You did remote work, which was what you were doing at your desk and on your laptop right now. Still, Glenn stood behind your chair, rested his chin on your head and put his hands on your shoulders.

“Oh, I ordered a new crib.”

Glenn says. The last one you’d purchased was a bit too creaky for his liking. It made him paranoid.