Bree’s POV
“She’s asleep.”
Cranston walks around my bed and flops onto the armchair, rubbing at his eyes.
I lean my head back against the headboard and close my eyes.
It’s our first night home and about 2:00 AM.
Cranston came in to help put CeCe down after her feeding, gently rocking her bassinet until she fell asleep.
It’s almost like clockwork, every two hours, CeCe cries, eats, poops, sleeps, then starts over again.
Cranston came in when he heard her crying to help, for the third time tonight.
Even just putting her in and out of the bassinet is such a huge help for me, since it is kind of painful bending over since my surgery.
Cranston is wearing grey athletic shorts and is bare chested, leaning his head back with his eyes closed, half asleep.
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