Alana
It’s been a whole three years since everything happened with Nate. Our lives have returned to normal, but it was anything but quiet.
“What!”
I climbed out of bed and walked over to the crib. “Shh, little one. Everyone is still sleeping. You don’t want to wake them up, do you?”
Zariah’s wines came down to a mere whimper. That’s my girl. I picked her up and cradled her into my arms, trying my best to rock her back asleep. That was easier said than done. This one ate around the clock with no problems.
Careful not to wake Soren, I cracked the door and slipped through with Zariah in my arms to get a bottle from the refrigerator. We were giving her breast milk, but she never would latch onto my breast, so I had to pump instead.
Thankfully, we had a bottle warmer that quickly hea
