Soren had also liked looking at the babies, and he'd even taken to playing peek-a-boo with one for a while. He was carrying Henn's heels when they moved back downstairs to go into Cass' room.
He was holding his breath, crying again when he saw how small and pale Cass looked against the sheets. He let Henn go to him first, for some reason feeling guilty in that moment about bogarting husband time. His brain would feel guilty about anything, he surmised, and he realized how tired he was.