It warmed my heart to see the level of understanding Flynn had of Teague's needs, and his willingness to help him be accepted amongst his peers. It was clear that they had a mutual bond, and although I could see Flynn's reservations by the way he looked at me, he pushed past that and did what he felt was right by him in suggesting Teague take him along to a father and son day at his school.
The way Flynn dealt with that situation showed me how in tune he was with the needs of a child. Niamh had worked for Flynn for a couple of years, which in Teague's world was almost a third of his little life.
After a lot of persuasion, I had another appointment with the OBGYN Flynn arranged for me in Chicago. As if it was a deliberate choice of Flynn's, Dr. Steven Hill was everything my guy in Iowa wasn't. A small balding man, he had a gentle manner and almost thirty years under his belt in caring for pregnant women.