I didn't care about what he said. All my thoughts were focused on Anne. I followed Sawyer into Anne's room. Everything was neatly arranged and decorated in pink, including the baby's bed and the mosquito net.
Two men had been taking care of a baby, and the room was still clean and neat. I couldn't hide my awe.
Anne probably just woke up. Lying in bed, her large, baby else darted around the room as she scanned everything there.
Seeing that someone approached her, the little fellow giggled. The three-month-old was still very tiny and her body was soft.
Sawyer saw me staring at the child with a grin. He suggested, "Why don't you feed her?"
He handed me the milk bottle that was in his hands. Then, he smiled and went out.
I held the milk bottle and did not move for a long ti
