Ranger and Steph are Janet's.
At one-thirty-six A.M., half hour after we got Olivia back to sleep again, Steph's side of the bed was still empty. I got up and found her sitting at the bar in the kitchen.
"Why aren't you in bed with me?"
She jumped, but her sleepy eyes looked happy to see me.
"I thought of something I wanted to do for Olive. Since I'm too tired to sleep ... now's a good time. Sorry I bugged you."
"You didn't. I was waiting for you." I nodded to the screen in front of her. "What are you doing?"
"I set up an email account for Olivia."
"Now?"
"Yep. I'm going to fill it with pictures, her milestones, messages to her, and our thoughts on being her parents. When she's eighteen, we'll give her the password."
My surprise was immediate, but stayed internal. The woman who can't make a lunch decision is now planning almost two decades into our future.