The first night home with my new mate did not go at all as I had planned. I had hoped to kind of have a do-over of what we had out in the woods. But that wasn't how it went.
After I gave Layla a bath, my next goal was to have a long, reassuring talking-to with Camila. But when I came out of Layla's bedroom, Camila had already come back inside and had warm milk in a sippy cup, waiting for us on the counter. I looked around and she was fast asleep on the sofa in the living room. I gave Layla her warm milk and she quickly went to sleep. I laid her down in her crib and walked back out to where Camila was asleep. She looked so at peace there, that I didn't have the heart or the balls to move her. I didn't want her to accidentally blow me to pieces if I startled her again.
I am such an i***t.
