Cal nods. "I didn't have the slightest fucking clue what I was doing, but it made Calvin happy. He's three, he's just glad Daddy has the time of day for him all of a sudden, you know? I didn't really have much to go by, but it seemed to be working out okay." Parenting was a novel concept in the Chandler home. Cal was making a lot of it up as he went along. Thank god for Marisa. Best nanny on the planet. She'd been thrilled to see Cal take an interest, and she'd done everything she could to help him learn how to be a dad.