Chapter 206
Cassian
This was hell.
Literal, actual hell.
I stood in the middle of the nursery, hair wild, shirt stained in places I didn't dare sniff too closely, holding a two-month-old wailing banshee who refused—refused—to shut up. My arms were stiff. My back ached. My eye twitched.
“Alright, that’s it, you little t**t,” I gritted through my teeth as Dimitri’s face went redder somehow, his tiny fists waving like he was preparing for battle. “What do you want now? You’ve eaten twice, you’ve napped, I’ve changed your disgusting diaper more times than I breathe in a minute, and you still find time to scream at me like I’m the enemy.”
He screamed louder. Of course he did. The audacity.
I rocked him gently—yes, gently, despite my inner turmoil—trying to remember what Helen told us abo
