Chapter 59 Sting

• KYLO
• My son was six months old today, and I couldn’t help but think back on the day he was born. It was such a bittersweet moment. Oaklynn was fighting for her life, and he was none the wiser. Thankfully, both of them were alive and well. The little human in question had fallen asleep on my chest and, just like his mother, his drool decorated my chest. I lowered him into his crib and covered him with his favorite yellow blanket. He looked so angelic and peaceful, a different picture from what he was when he was wide awake. Everyone doted on him, and we had even worked out a schedule when both his godparents and grandparents could see him. Yeah, that’s how bad it was.
• Tomorrow was my mom’s turn, and she had already sent me countless reminders that she was on babysitting duty. I had to drop him and his nanny off early in the morning on my way to work, and I’m sure she’d be waiting for me right at the gate by the time I got there.