CHAPTER 22: Harker
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Harker woke when a hand shook his arm.
“Your turn,” mumbled Alison before she rolled over onto her side.
“Huh.” He rubbed his eyes, the soft cries of a baby, slipping through his sleep fogged brain.
“Milk is in the fridge,” she muttered. “And don’t you dare say one word.”
“About what?” He grinned. She was in his bed.
“Exactly.” Alison pulled the pillow over her head.
Harker got out of bed and picked up his daughter. “Shhh, baby girl. Mommy’s tired.” He held her to his shoulder as he headed out of the room. “But Daddy’s happy. Really, really happy.”
“That’s saying a word. Several words.” Her voice was muffled by the pillow.
“Mommy gets cranky when she’s tired, but don’t worry. She’ll get to sleep because you and Daddy are going to get a clean diaper an
