Zachary knew his back was going to be so sore. He wasn’t going to be able to find a comfortable position to sleep tonight. He was going to be in a lot of pain. But he wasn’t about to change anything.
He made his way slowly back along the length of the living room, hunched more than double, each of his pointer fingers clasped in Emma’s chubby little fists. She had been taking slow wobbly steps for the better part of an hour now, and seems to be perfectly content to continue doing so for the foreseeable future. She had done it for hours’ yesterday, too, and the day before that. It was starting to take a toll on Zachary’s ability to stand up straight.
But Zachary would do this day after day, for as long as Emma wanted, and he’d be perfectly happy with back pain every time.
