DEVIN’S POV
The sound of a bay crying woke me up from my very deep sleep. For a moment, I was confused. Where was the cry coming from? I shut my eyes tightly, trying to force myself to sleep but the cries only got louder and more annoying. As I turned on my bed, it suddenly occurred to me that the cry was from my room and was my own baby. My eyes flew open and I jumped out of bed, rushing to the cot in a corner of the room – and there was Mirabel, crying and throwing her hands and feet about. I sighed, reaching into the court to pick her up.
I cradled her in my arms, rocking her back and forth softly and whispering softly to her. The cries refused to stop though, so I made my way out of the room, still petting her in my arms. I walked down the stairs and headed for the kitchen. I opened
