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 the air as her cries grew louder. Oh, shit. That didn’t look good. Her cries were piercing, almost like the...