The Perfect Father. Elizabeth Bevarly

differences and incompatibility, Sylvie found herself suddenly wondering if her maternity plan was such a good one after all.

      “Sylvie?” she heard him ask, the mention of her name bringing her out of her reverie.

      “What?” she replied, realizing he had been speaking at length and she had heard not a word of what he’d said. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t listening. I was thinking about something else.”

      She wasn’t sure, but she thought he paused for just the tiniest moment before asking, “What were you thinking about?”

      She shook her head. “Nothing. Nothing important. What was it you were saying?”

      He seemed to want to hedge. “I was talking about... What I was leading up to was... We haven’t really...”