Ylana POV

Ylana woke to the sound of crying and groaned.

Rowan kissed her forehead. “It’s time to get ready for the day, anyway, so deal with it.”

Ylana glared at him. He was already dressed. It only annoyed Ylana a little that he dealt with nighttime feedings and all of that so much better than her. “Whose turn is it?”

Rowan smirked. “I thought we agreed first thing in the morning was both of us.”

She threw a ...