"There, there, Artemis. Don't cry. Mama's here…" I whispered to him as I held him on my chest.
We woke up in the middle of the night and he was crying so loudly. I tried feeding him but he won't stop.ans only choked on my milk. I didn't know what else to do as I've been trying to hum and put him to sleep for two hours now.
I heard a knock on the door and Gregory's head came peeping in.
"Are you okay?" He asked, his face laced with worry.
"He's been crying non stop. I didn't know what else to do." I almost cried myself but I swallowed the lump on my throat. I don't want to cry even if I feel so alone and helpless, not in front of Gregory.
"You should have called for help." He stepped inside but stopped after a few steps realizing I unconsciously stepped back.
He knew. He knew I
