Aria’s POV
The sound of Cody’s cry pierced through the quiet of the morning, quickly followed by Esme’s soft wail. My eyes flew open, and I instinctively reached for the bassinet next to the bed.
“Morning already?” I mumbled, glancing at the dim light filtering through the curtains.
Beside me, Damon groaned, pulling a pillow over his face. “I thought babies were supposed to sleep longer as they got older.”
“They’re a week old,” I pointed out, nudging him with my elbow. “Get up. It’s your turn.”
He peeked out from under the pillow, his hair sticking up in every direction. “We had a deal, remember? You take the odd-numbered nights, I take the even. It’s clearly still night.”
“It’s morning,” I said, stifling a laugh as Cody’s cries grew louder. “And you’re going to lose this argument, s
