Bailee’s POV
‘Bailee?’ Archer calls out loudly as I grimace, glancing over at the Moses basket where my daughter sleeps, praying she doesn’t wake up from her i***t father’s voice. I had a bad night with her, Payton waking every hour for feeding and I currently feel like death.
The door to the guest room swings open, Arthur striding inside as I pull the blankets up to cover myself.
Rolling his eyes he glares at me, ‘I’ve seen them before’ he snarls pointedly, ‘just because you are still being ridiculous and choosing to sleep in here doesn’t make you a born again virgin.’
‘Will you keep your voice down, Payton is asleep’ I snap back angrily, ‘she’s been up every hour and is exhausted.’
Arthur spares a glance toward our daughter before dismissing her, ‘I have to go to one of the work sit
