Maybe women are in general. Just more equipped to care for these tiny humans.” She shrugged and glanced down at Caleb, who was still sleeping, sucking his paci rhythmically. “We’re not, though,” Selena said, suddenly serious. “Or, if we are, it’s only because we don’t have a safety net. The doctor puts the baby into our arms when it’s born, and from that moment on, we’re the first line. We rise to it because we have to. Not because it’s intrinsically easier for us.
