“My phone is still in there,” Quint said, horrified.
Gwen stared, mimicking the new father’s face, “You. Did. Not.”
“I can save this. In and out.” Quint was pretty sure of his ability to remain silent.
Gwen’s confidence in him was low, but that was attributable to lack of sleep and caffeine. “You move like a ninja or you sleep on the couch. Understood?”
Quint nodded and opened the door.
~~~Literally 13 seconds later~~~
“That thing came out of nowhere!” Quint said, placing an ice pack on his knee.
“It’s the changing table, dear.” Gwen said.
The baby was wide awake.