The closer I got to the nursery, the more I could hear the faint creak of the old rocking chair. I stopped in the doorway and found Shade rocking slowly with Haze bundled tight against his chest.
He looked pissed.
"I can feed him."
He didn't look at me. He just lifted the bottle an inch. "Good thing you pumped for Athena this morning. He was starving."
I eased the door shut. I stepped further into the room, trying to keep my voice even. "You're mad."
He didn't look up, but the bottle in his hand trembled slightly. "I'm furious."
He kept his focus on the baby. "When I got home, Athena was on the floor. Haze was in the crib, screaming. His face was blotchy and red, and one of his feet had gotten wedged between the bars. He looked panicked stuck like that. I don't know how long he had
