Orion’s POV
Honestly, I thought babies slept most of the time—only waking up when they were hungry or needed their diapers changed. I couldn’t have been more wrong.
My son refused to be placed in his crib. The moment his tiny body touched the mattress, he would cry as if abandoned. But in my arms, he would fall asleep instantly, his chubby cheek pressed against my chest, his breaths soft and steady.
Amanda hadn’t fully recovered from childbirth. It was long and painful, and her body still bore the toll. I couldn't bring myself to wake her unnecessarily, so I took it upon myself to stay up, pacing the room in the quiet of night, rocking Owen until he slept.
It was exhausting. My muscles ached, my eyes stung from lack of sleep. But it was all worth it.
One look at Owen’s plump cheeks, h
