Kennedy POV
The first two days were… brutal. There’s no other word for it.
I was running on fumes, barely sleeping, and constantly on edge. That stupid baby would sleep for, like, an hour—an hour—and then wake up screaming like someone lit it on fire. I fed it, changed it, burped it, rocked it, sang lullabies that made me cringe out loud… nothing helped. My eyes were burning, my head pounding. I was seconds from cracking.
But no matter how rough it got, Dominic was always there.
I never even had to ask him. It’s like he just knew. He’d hear the cries or maybe just sense my spiraling frustration, and then I’d see him standing there—quiet, calm, and already reaching for the baby. Especially at night. He’d take over without a word or stay up with me, rubbing my back while I bounced around
