Another shift, another FaceTime call.
“Goodnight, Daddy!”
“Goodnight!”
“I love you, Daddy!”
“I love you, too, Baby Girl!”
“Don’t get coronavirus, Daddy!”
He paused.
“…I love you, sweetie!”
Ian got off the phone, and went to work on sick patients in the emergency room. I went to work putting our children to bed.
Benjamin went down quickly last night, but our daughter has been struggling a little more, recently.
I was hoping a call with Daddy would help a little.
It didn’t.
Getting off the phone, I could tell Holland was still unsettled. I frowned.
“Holland, what is it?”
She thought quietly for a second then turned toward me in the bed.
“Mommy?” she whispered.
“Yes, baby?” I replied.
“Why wasn’t Daddy wearing his superhero mask?”
