Since the baby was born, my mother-in-law had repeatedly offered to watch her instead of us using daycare.

I had thanked her.

But Caleb and I had already chosen a daycare months earlier.

Or at least I thought we had.

“I can keep her five days a week,” she said. “Why pay strangers when I’m available?”

“We already arranged daycare.”

She looked directly at Caleb.

“You didn’t tell her?”

I turned toward him.

“Tell me what?”

“Jess, maybe we should talk later.”

“Caleb.”

He let out a long breath.

Then my husband admitted he had canceled our daycare reservation.

For several seconds, I thought I must have misunderstood.

“You did what?”

“I canceled it.”

“Without discussing it with me?”

“I was going to tell you.”

“When?”

“Before you went back to work.”

I laughed once.

There was nothing funny about it.

“So after it was already too late to find another place?”

His mother stepped in.