Morgan POV

I was woken the next day by Ethan's cry. I looked at his mother who was still asleep, and I got up from the bed.

I walked to the carrier and raised him to my arm. Slowly, I opened the door and walked to get some milk from the one I kept in my bag. I took up a small cup and walked to the tap.

After preparing the milk, I fed it to Ethan.

Done feeding Ethan, I turned to see Tricia.

"Has he had his bath?" She asked and I shook my head.

Tricia thanked me for feeding Ethan.

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