Trade Secret

Will's in-flight meal ended up being a chicken salad and it was lukewarm from sitting out so long. A sandwich would have been better.

His arm had gone numb too from Hazel leaning on him but he wouldn't move it for anything. She was finally resting like she was supposed to be and disturbing her was not an option.

He finished the book he had been reading about thirty minutes into her nap and figured he may as well start doing research on parenting while he had the time. He took advantage of the plane's WiFi to look through the store on his e-reader.

The search 'parenting books' was so unspecific that there were hundreds of thousands of results. Sifting through them took a while but Will stumbled across one specifically meant for expectant fathers that had four and a half stars out of five.

That seemed promising so he decided to give it a go. May as well start with the pregnancy and infant part of the equation before reading books about raising older kids.