Several months later,
I'm exhausted.
Being a new mom is no joke. It's been months now, and I'm still not used to it.
My hair is in a messy bun, I am wearing Jasper’s hoodie, again, and my days have become an endless cycle of feeding, diaper changes, and functioning on three hours of sleep and caffeine.
Tonight, all I want is to just cuddle up on the couch, binge-watch a rom-com, and eat the ice cream Jasper promised to bring home.
Instead, I am annoyed.
Because Jasper is late.
I furrow my brows at my phone. Where is he?
Just as I'm about to call him for the third time, Mia suddenly bursts into the penthouse like a whirlwind.
"Thea, get dressed!" she shrieks.
I blink. "What?"
Mia marches over, practically dragging me off the couch. "No time for questions! You
