“I don’t.” Why, why can’t you ask me what I want? What I dream about? What makes me happy? That same little kid who’d once waited so impatiently for his dad still lived in Isaiah, but now he had that new spine he’d discovered in the baggage claim. “I’ve got some résumés out.” Isaiah was working multiple avenues-job hunting while also trying to build his client list. Isaiah had had to ask the aunts for reference letters for his attorney to add to his file, and he bet word of Mark’s intervention in the guardianship case had reached his dad.
“I know.” His father busted out the stern tone right away. “I’ve got bigger worries than the size of my car.” Isaiah pulled out, joining a long line of vehicles waiting to pay at the exit to the garage.
Isaiah supposed he could have taken the SUV, but he was trying to rely on Mark as little as possible, and that included borrowing his ride. “We’ve got to get you something more family friendly,” his father groused as he fit his taller frame into the passenger side.
The kids were whiny the whole long walk to the parking garage, and Isaiah hoped they’d fall asleep before his father spontaneously combusted. He waited for his father to get his suitcases, then led the way to the car. Something essential changed inside him at that moment, some new piece of backbone, some of the resolve he’d been looking for all week. He glanced at the officious way his father walked to the baggage claim, not checking to make sure they were following, and Isaiah knew.
These were his kids, and he liked spending time with them, even when it was inconvenient. Sure, he was going to need some sort of daycare or something for Liam soon, but he didn’t like thinking about that. “Yeah, well they’ve got me now.” Isaiah still wasn’t sure why it was so important to him that the kids not be handed off to a full-time nanny. “You are allowed childcare help, you know that, right? They had a nanny before.” His father sounded even crankier than usual.
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