Back to the Grind - Cole
The alarm went off at 8AM on Monday morning, and for the first time in six weeks, I didn’t wake up wondering if it was my turn to change a diaper or prep a bottle. I woke up knowing I had to put on my non-slips and head back to Stella’s. Leaving the house was harder than I expected. I stood by the bassinet for a good five minutes, watching Poppy’s tiny chest rise and fall. She’d already grown so much. Her features were sharpening every day. Nica was still asleep, her face relaxed now that she was cleared for more normalcy in her life. I kissed them both and headed downstairs. As I was leaving, Riley was coming out of the kitchen with a mug of black coffee. He gave me a supportive nod, sensing my hesitation. I took the keys to the Mini, and locked the front door behind me. Driving to
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