Ethan lowers baby Rose into her crib, painstakingly slow. Amy and ethan hold their 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. Amy and ethan back out of the nursery, not daring to speak or even do more than share a glance until the door is shut and they are safely retreated downstairs. “Finally.” Ethan lets out a sigh of relief, slumping onto the couch. He grabs Amy by the wrist and pulls her to his lap.