*Shelby*

"Honey, do you want me to make you some breakfast?" Michael said, peeking his head into the nursery.

"That sounds great," I said softly, not wanting to wake sleeping Amelia, who was sound asleep in her crib next to me.

Michael nodded and slipped back into the hallway while I continued to nurse Thomas, rocking him gently to sleep. Hopefully, I would be able to gently ease Thomas into his crib. He had a tendency to wake ...