Chapter 8
Maddox
Screaming at the top of her lungs, Kylie stood at the foot of my bed and tugged on my bare foot. I shot up, scooped Kylie up into my arms, and examined her to find the source of her pain. She rarely woke me up in the middle of the night; she would usually sleep until at least six.
“What’s wrong, Munchkin?” I asked her when I hadn’t found anything wrong. I leaned against my headboard and pulled her into my lap, wanting to calm her down as quickly as possible. When she started crying, sometimes it took hours to calm her down.
And I hated leaving Kylie with Ellen when she was upset.
With tears streaming down her cheeks, she maneuvered herself so she faced me and frowned at me with that big pouty lower lip of hers that reminded me of her mother. Kylie always knew how to g
