CHLOE
I never thought I’d fall in love with Carter all over again while watching him wrestle with a diaper at 3:00 a.m.
Cali was barely a week old, and our house had transformed into a battlefield of burp cloths, pacifiers, and bottles. Sleep? What’s that? I couldn’t remember the last time I had a full REM cycle. But Carter… he was trying. God, he was trying so hard.
“Baby, she pooped again,” bulong niya habang hawak si Cali na parang ticking time bomb.
“You got this,” I mumbled from the bed, half-asleep. “You’re her favorite person right now.”
“I’m her poop magnet,” he muttered, heading to the changing table.
I peeked through my lashes and watched him. Shirtless, hair sticking out in all directions, eyes half-closed, and still talking to Cali like she was royalty.
“Okay, Princess
