Not My Baby

Summary

There was a moment at a friend's party the other day that I can't get out of my head.

Our friends' one-year-old suddenly burst into tears, a loud, heartbroken wail that sent all of us into a mild panic.

While the rest of us fumbled around, my husband, Vincent, was an island of calm. He took the baby from his friend, his movements practiced and sure. He held the child close, patting his back gently while humming a lullaby I’d never heard before.

To everyone’s astonishment, the crying subsided, and the baby quieted down. Our friends were floored, praising him for being a natural with kids.