Vivian’s POV:
P R E S E N T
Falling asleep with Liam in my arms is something I never expect to occur.
Even during our marriage, we rarely slept together. During the days we do, there was always a gap between us.
A barrier.
When a low cry rings inside my ears, I couldn’t help but yawn. “Marisa,” I grunted, knowing it was her. It seems to become a habit for her to wake Amoli or me during random times. Then again, maybe that’s just what babies do. “Marisa...I’m coming,” I grumbled, flattening out a hand and inching it towards the cry.
Without opening my eyes, I count on the sound of the cries and capture her. I pull Marisa in closer, “What do you need from me?”
More cries.
I groaned.
“She wants milk.” My eyes immediately snapped open with the sound of a deep voice. I swallowed
