Dean had discovered that maternity leave was largely theoretical when one happened to be the crown consort of Alamina.
Officially, he had been removed from the majority of his schedule until Theodore was at least a year old, with only voluntary appearances, essential family events, and whatever responsibilities Dean personally chose to retain remaining on his calendar.
In practice, Dean had answered three ministerial questions before breakfast, reviewed a proposal from the social development office during Theodore's morning nap, and spent forty minutes approving revisions to a charitable foundation's winter program while his son slept facedown against his chest with one tiny fist tangled in his sweater.
Dean considered that perfectly manageable.
What he did not consider manageable was the fact that he had barely seen his husband for four consecutive days.
