That evening, his mom took us to a fancy waterfront restaurant. When it was Eric’s turn to order a drink, his dad looked him straight in the eye and told the waiter, “He’ll have a glass of milk—he’s still working on being an adult.” The table burst into quiet laughter, and Eric spent the meal unusually reflective. A couple of days later, my father-in-law casually mentioned he’d created a trust for our kids—and ensured I’d always be supported, with Eric’s share depending on his actions moving forward.

On the way home, Eric carried car seats, diaper bags, and offered help at every step. At check-in, he was informed he’d been upgraded again—only this time, his dad left a note saying it was a one-way ticket to a hotel for “priority reflection time.” Eric went pale, then asked me gently, “Any chance I can earn my way back to sit with you and the kids?” I smiled, adjusted our son on my hip, and said, “That depends—does economy now feel like home to you?”