MESSIAH JORDY’S POV
The soft snores from my little one were like symphonies to my ears. Watching him sleep in his crib had been the best part of my days since he happened. He was so calm and always took my breath away each time I looked at him. He made my heart melt, and I always found myself doubting that I really gave birth to a child as angelic as he is.
My gaze drifted to Slauson who was bent over on the crib, staring at my son with a soft smile on his face. I felt a lump in my throat and my eyes stung with tears.
I sniffed back my tears and left the room, going downstairs to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. I'd barely brewed it when Slauson showed up at the door.
"Hey," His voice was a bit drowsy, and a yawn followed it. It made me chuckle.
"I'm sorry you had to stay up this late
