Entirely Yours

The first night Freya slept in the travel bassinet in the corner of the bedroom and the Atlantic made its particular noise against the point below and Kaelen and I lay in Beatrix's bed looking at the ceiling.

"I've been thinking," he said.

"That's ominous," I said.

"It's not ominous," he said.

"You always sound like you're about to restructure something when you start a sentence that way," I said.