Violet
Thankfully, my sweet baby boy knew when his mommy needed rescuing.
Thane started crying.
Doom immediately stood and went to the bassinet.
“What has your ass yellin?”
He picked Thane up.
“Diaper and feeding time,” I said. “Or just feeding time. Check him first.”
The three men gathered around the bassinet like they'd been assigned a complicated mission.
Thane was not impressed.
“For sure my son,” Doom muttered.
“His ass is pissed about being hungry.”
I smiled.
Then sadness followed.
“If you bring him here, I can feed him.”
Doom looked at me.
“I'll feed my boy. You relax your ass.”
I blinked.
Then pointed toward the extra bottles.
“They're over there. Burp him halfway through.”
Doom nodded and sat with Thane.
I looked at Ethan.
Then Doom.
Ethan shrugged.
Apparen
