One year later

~Alistair~

Ivy stirred in her sleep, as we took a stroll around the estate, in matching hoodies, and jean trousers.

“How many times do I have to tell you to support her neck with your hands whenever you’re carrying her?” Eliana asked.

“I’m sorry,” I said, wearing a smile, doing exactly what she had told me to.

Although Ivy was already six months old, I still had a hard time with actually knowing what and what not to do. I was willing to try harder with our next baby, but Eliana had made it clear that she didn’t want more kids, and I was cool with that,...