REMI
“Shhhh,” I hushed Cerys as we swayed around the room. “Come on. I know you’re tired.” Cerys had refused to go back to sleep since Maya left. The twins still weren’t back, and she wouldn’t stop crying.
“Lick her,” Callie suggested. “Pups need licks.”
“No,” I refused, rolling my eyes.
“Come on, little girl. Daddies will be back later. Just close your eyes,” I spoke softly to her. I bounced her gently, hoping the movement would calm her. Cerys’s crying prevailed, and I could see Callum starting to squirm around again. It seemed like I could only make one of them happy at a time.
“I’m doing something wrong. I have to be. I thought this was supposed to come naturally,” I worried.
“Maybe she has gas?” Callie guessed.
“She burped, though,” I reminded her. The spit-up stain on my
