Chapter Twenty Six
First Person’s Perspective
Reed’s POV
It was past midnight. The only light in the room was the small lamp near the crib. I was lying beside Serena, finally about to close my eyes when I heard it.
Waaaah!
I sat up a little, but Serena jumped out of bed before I could even move.
“I’ve got him,” she whispered, rubbing her eyes. She was already walking toward the crib, half-asleep.
I got up too. “Serena, wait. You were just asleep for thirty minutes. Let me do it.”
She shook her head, picked up the crying baby, and started rocking him gently.
“I’m okay,” she said, though her voice sounded tired. “He probably needs a change or maybe a little more milk.”
I walked over and touched her back. “Serena, I mean it. I’ve got it. Go lie down.”
She looked at me and gave a s
