Chapter 298 – On Mom Time Now

• For the next two weeks, Sinclair and I don’t get much sleep.
• Instead, our precious. Darling. Wonderful. Amazing. Bundle. Of. Joy…tortures us until we’re basically mindless drones, trying to figure out what he wants and giving it to him as soon as possible.
• “Oh my god,” I say to Sinclair one night at three in the morning, desperate with anxiety and lack of sleep. I walk around the room with Rafe pressed close to my chest, trying to comfort him. “He’s been fed, changed, burped…he’s probably just sleepy! But he’s keeping himself up with all this noise he’s making!”