I roll my eyes, not wanting to argue with him while Maize’s awake and currently not screaming her head off. This past week, I haven’t slept more than three hours at a time. I’m behind on my chores, my laundry, bookings and schedules at the B&B, and just about everything else. But I look at Maize who’s currently content in Jackson’s arms and wonder if I’ll ever get the hang of being a single dad.
Bailey’s been on my mind nonstop, and I often wonder about her parents and family. We talked briefly about her childhood and how she grew up but never got into too many details about it. She didn’t like talking about it, and we only dated for about a month before things fizzled out. Regardless, it makes me sad because I can’t imagine trying to do all this without my family. Knowing she did it alon
