Ava's POV
The morning started rough with Zareon’s loud cries filling the apartment. He was cranky, his tiny hands tugging at my nightshirt as I carried him to the bathroom. The warmth of the water calmed him slightly, but even after dressing him, he continued to whimper and I could feel the heat radiating from his small body. However, by the time I was fully dressed for work, he was already asleep, his soft breaths even, his lips curling slightly as he made cute sounds in his sleep.
For a moment, I let my fingers trail his chubby cheek, my heart aching at the sight of him being stressed out, while I let my thoughts drift for a while before I scoop him up and off to work.
At work, I handed him over to the caregiver like I always did. Even as I walked away, I lingered for a second longer
