Chapter 20Angie had gone to sleep quickly the following Wednesday night, exhausted and stressed. Her attempts at breastfeeding hadn't gone well, with John constantly breathing down her neck. He couldn't say she hadn't tried, even though she was on the verge of giving up; AJ didn't seem to like her milk and it had been almost impossible to get him to latch on to her n****e. It appeared he'd taken a liking to the formula milk.
She woke, depressed, at eight o'clock, already on edge at what the day might bring. A screaming baby and a moaning husband. Her longing for peace and quiet almost overcame her, but she had things to do. She wasn't looking forward to John going back to work; it was less than two weeks away now.
After breakfast she found him in the living room, AJ on his lap. How sweet
