The hospital bag sat by the front door like a witness.
Madison Walker had packed it three days earlier, then unpacked it, then packed it again because the tiny socks made her cry and the paperwork made everything feel too real. By Thursday morning, the bag was ready. Her husband was ready too, but not for the same thing.
Ethan rolled a black suitcase down the hallway with one hand and checked his phone with the other. He wore khaki shorts, a navy polo, and the sunglasses his mother had bought him for Christmas. Madison stood barefoot in one of his old sweatshirts, forty weeks pregnant, swollen from her ankles to her fingertips, watching him step around the bag that held their son’s first outfit.
“Are you really leaving today?” she asked.
Ethan sighed the way he did when he wanted her to feel that her concern was an imposition on something important.
“Maddie, we already talked about this.”
They had not talked about it. He had announced it three weeks earlier over dinner, while she tried to eat chicken in pieces small enough not to give her heartburn. His parents had booked a long weekend in Scottsdale. His mother needed family time. The flights were expensive and already purchased. The rental car was paid for.
Madison had been eight and a half months pregnant, sitting across from him at their kitchen table while he laid this out with the systematic patience of someone who had already made a decision and was now explaining its logic. The due date was just an estimate, he had said. Doctors said that all the time.
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