(Erika P. O. V)

I wake up with the cry of my son and walk to their crib. I picked up Jared and rocked him a little while he played with his hair. I looked at the wall to see it was 7:50 in the morning and he started to cry again.

"Shh, you don't want to wake up your daddy now do you?" I ask him and he giggles.

"You must be hungry," I said and walked back to the bed with Jared in my arms and started feeding him. When he is full I hold him in my arms and patted him in his back until he gives...