Seventy Nine.

Fallon

I stared into the grey eyes of my son. His gaze lingers on me as he falls asleep after his feed. I was certain he was already bigger. He just didn’t seem to fit in my arms the same way and yet he was only hours old.

“He won’t speak to me!” Vander snaps as he barges into my hospital room. His voice makes our son jump awake. Instantly he starts crying and Vander begins apologising. Latching