Chapter 92: Madison

I snap Liberty into her highchair, placing a paper plate in front of her. From mine, I cut tiny pieces of cheese pizza then slide them onto hers. I tear a piece of thinly sliced ham for her and move her toddler cup of milk within her reach.

As I turn toward our table and my plate, I find Hamilton staring at me. “What?”

He shakes his head. “I’ve got a lot to learn,” he murmurs, brow furrowed.

“You’ll be fine,” Memphis assures him. “Most is common sense, so you will be fine.”

I guess I didn’t think that Hamilton might feel overwhelmed by all of the day-to-day parenting activities. I worried about all the important moments he missed and created videos to help with that.

“Believe it or not,” Memphis continues, “you’ve watched parents your entire life. All that info is stored deep in your brain and will slide to the front as you need it.”