"Okay!" Carter slammed his palm against the book, his eyes rich with enthusiasm, "Jetson is working the east wing today."
I grabbed the staff schedule from his hands and glanced over it, "You take Jetson, then. I have Robertson?"
Carter nodded his head and tossed me a carrot from the bag in front of him.
I bit down on the hard vegetable before pointing it towards him, "Better get a move on, then."
I headed over to the door, my movement prevented by Carter's hand on my arm. He raised an eyebrow and pointed to Jayden on the bed. My face flushed red and guilt washed over me as I raced to scoop up my child. Jayden Jackson was now two weeks old. His eyes were a golden brown, gladly inherited from his father, but the rest of his facial features scarily reminded me of myself. My lips pressed
