Ray is driving so, so cautiously that Neela has to look at him.
"Stop staring," he murmurs, eyes glued on the road. "You'd be complaining if I was driving at normal speed."
"As it is, I'm wondering whether you switched your body with an old woman who's never been to Baton Rouge before while I was giving birth," Neela retorts. Her eyes fly back to the baby in the car seat. Their baby. Sangita Abigail Barnett-Rasgotra is asleep. Gorgeous. Terrifying. Wonderful.
"She's incredible, isn't she?" Neela murmurs.
"Yeah," he says, and sticks way below the limit all the way home.