Sapphire paced the floor of the nursery bouncing the baby in her arms while he wailed. He was teething and it hurt, and he was angry about it. The tonic Luella had offered he had spit out and he had made it clear he wanted nobody but his own mother.
She was exhausted and frustrated herself and she considered asking Drake to come put the child to sleep but at six months old, her son was particular in who he wanted. Right now, it was her, only her and she had to agree when she was feeling unwell as a child only her own mother had done. It also felt a bit like cheating to put him to sleep when he was obviously in need of her. She kissed his brow tenderly and rocked him in her arms.
She looked up to see Drake lounging in the door, his boxers hanging deliciously low on his hips, the dim light
