LACEY'S POV
Ever since I had gotten up, I had been anxious to see Martin. I wasn't sure if he had laid down on the bed or not, but the mess next to me indicated that he had; however, I wanted to make sure that he had actually slept. Deep down, the truth was that I wished I had seen him beside me, but I was too tired to wait for him. Having eaten all that food and then helping Martin with the dishes made me very tired, so I couldn't stand up anymore; I had to lie down.
When I woke up in the morning, Henry was already agitated, wanting to feed. My body felt the pain in my chest from nursing that child so much, but I didn't regret it, I was happy. I took my son in my arms and breastfed him, then burped him. Henry burped very fast. I left the room and went to the kitchen, where Helga was alr
