questions.
Alexander listened and took notes.
When the doctor finished, he asked, “Would it help if I learned what to expect from the newborn team,
so Claire doesn’t have to explain everything to me later?”
The specialist said that would be sensible.
I looked at him, surprised by the practical shape of his question.
He did not turn toward me for praise.
Outside the consultation room, we stood in the corridor while Daniel spoke with the nurse about
scheduling.
Alexander remained at a respectful distance.
“I’m glad there’s no definite concern,” he said.
“So am I.”
“I know it’s not the same as knowing everything will be fine.”
“No.”
He nodded.
“I’ll keep coming to the appointments you invite me to.”
“That’s what I’m asking you to do.”
“And I’ll wait for you to invite me.”
The words were simple, but they marked the difference between a man insisting on access and a father being asked to earn it.
