85. Baby Duties

MASON.

It was barely morning, and the sharp wail of the baby cut through the air like a damn alarm clock I didn’t set. My eyes cracked open, heavy as lead, and I groaned, dragging myself out of bed.

“Fuck,” I muttered in a raspy voice as I head towards the nursery, barely awake.

The closer I got,...

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