I zipped Ivy into a clean sleeper and lifted her against my shoulder. “I’m not leaving Lily wet because you’re uncomfortable with a father doing his job.”
“That isn’t your decision.”
“It is when she’s my daughter.”
I laid Lily on the changing pad.
Patricia lifted her phone. “Then I’m calling security.”
“Call them,” I said, opening a fresh diaper. “But don’t stand so close.”
I kept changing Lily.
“Yes,” Patricia said into her phone, loud enough for the hallway to hear. “Security to the women’s restroom near the baby store. There’s a man in here refusing to leave.”
I fixed Lily’s tabs, then reached for her sleeper.
“There is a man in the women’s restroom!” Patricia shouted through the doorway.
Lily wailed.
“I’m almost done,” I whispered.
Patricia moved toward me. “Pack up before they drag you out.”
