Violet
Having one newborn home while two remained in the NICU was strange.
Wonderful.
Painful.
Exhausting.
Keith had been home for two days, and I couldn't stop staring at him.
His bassinet was beside our bed.
Doom had moved it so close to my side that I could reach through and touch our son's little hand without getting up.
Not that Doom wanted me getting up anyway.
Between recovering from the C-section and everything else, my husband had apparently decided walking was optional.
“Woman.”
I looked up from Keith.
“What?”
“Your ass supposed to be resting.”
“I am resting.”
“You're sitting on the edge of the bed.”
“That counts.”
“Ain't laying down.”
I rolled my eyes.
Keith made a tiny noise.
Immediately, both of us looked at him.
I smiled.
“Look at us.”
Doom frowned.
“W
