Rosette’s Point of View~~~
“Oh shit.”
I spilled the milk all over the table. I sighed and snapped the warmer shut, watching the faint mist swirl inside before it disappeared.
“That should be enough for now,” I murmured to myself, glancing at the bottle of milk nestled inside.
The nanny would be here later to take over, but I wasn’t going to risk Ethan waking up hungry before then.
I turned back toward the cradle, my heart tugging at me as soon as my gaze landed on him.
My sweet boy.
Ethan lay curled up on his side, his tiny fist tucked beneath his cheek, lips parting slightly as he breathed deeply.
I walked over silently, crouching beside him.
“Hey, baby,” I whispered, even though I knew he couldn’t hear me.
One finger traced the soft curve of his cheek, featherlight. His skin wa
