The cries of her baby woke her up, and Monica frowned, covering her eyes. She was about to sit up, when she heard someone shush, making her open her eyes. She looked at the cot, her mouth parting in surprise when she found Tyson holding Imara in her hands. He was walking around the room, trying to pacify her as he gently swung her in his arms.
A smile immediately stretched across her lips, and tears pricked her vision. "Tyson?" She said softly, sitting up.
"Why did you wake up?" He clicked his tongue. "It's okay, I'm here. I'll take care of her. You go back to sleep."
Monica chuckled, shaking her head. "Bring her to me," she opened her arms for her.
Tyson hesitated, but obliged, handing Imara over to Monica. As soon as she took her in her arms, Imara stopped crying. Monica smiled do
