With Liberty tucked safely in her portable crib in the room next to ours, I fall on our king-sized bed. Hamilton emerges, fresh from a shower, in his shorts as he snags a t-shirt from his bag. I admire the sculpted contours of his muscular abs and chest. My eyes delight in the sight of a new tattoo near his heart. I place my hand over my mouth to hide my shock when I realize he’s going to flip when he finds my tattoo.

“I hope you aren’t too upset they were here tonight,” ...