Chapter 3Andreas didn’t realise he was napping until the crying woke him up.
Just like in hospital, his brain came online all at once, leaving him disoriented even as he was already rolling onto his side and trying to reach for the Moses basket. She was crying. Everything in him reached for her, body and soul.
“Hey, it’s alright, I’ve got her—”
“Give her here,” Andreas snapped.
“Um, okay, okay—hey, don’t squirm, sweetie, I got you—sit back, then, you can’t hold her like that—”
A flicker of irritation sparked in Andreas’ chest. He wanted to bite back. Wanted to ask how Erik would know, given he’d barely held her twice yet. And that damned crying—
“Sit back.”
It wouldn’t help, and it was unreasonable anyway. Andreas groaned as he relaxed back into the sofa cushions. Moving still hurt,
