Aria's POV

“Why is he crying so much?” I asked, pacing with Henry in my arms. My voice was shaky. My eyes were already stinging from sleep deprivation and the sound of his cries just kept pulling at my nerves.

“I don’t know,” Jameson muttered, standing helplessly by the bed. His hair was a mess and his T-shirt was halfway tucked into his pajama pants. He looked just as tired as I felt.

Henry had been crying nonstop since a little past 3 a.m. It was nearly 3:40 now and nothing — ...