"You're the one who's suddenly acquired a teenager." Isabela leaned onto his shoulder. "I'll be fine," she said after a minute. "When I first heard of this, I thought you'd be the one to push me out the door. I've never pretended to be mum material. But he ... cares about me, so I must've done something right. Somewhere." She looked up at him. "If you ever get tired of me, I'll go, but I'd like it if you let him come see me."