Chapter 147 Shopping

• Rook POV
• I keep the tone light, cracking jokes, throwing smirks, anything to keep Mercer from completely losing his shit. He’s already on the edge, and if he spirals any further, he’ll drown himself in guilt, frustration, and that stubborn need to fix everything when he can’t.
• The baby shifts in my arms, fussing slightly, and I adjust my hold, rocking her gently. It’s weird, but she settles almost instantly, like she already knows I’m better at this than Mercer. Not that it’s a high fucking bar.