MASON.

It was barely morning, and the sharp wail of the baby cut through the air like a damn alarm clock I didn’t set. My eyes cracked open, heavy as lead, and I groaned, dragging myself out of bed.

“Fuck,” I muttered in a raspy voice as I head towards the nursery, barely awake.

The closer I got, the louder the cries went. Stumbling into the nursery, I leaned against the doorframe, gazing at the little bundle of noise in the crib.

Her face was flushed, tiny fists flailing in ...