*Shelby*
"Honey, do you want me to make you some breakfast?" Michael said, peeking his head into the nursery.
"That sounds great," I said softly, not wanting to wake sleeping Amelia, who was sound asleep in her crib next to me.
Michael nodded and slipped back into the hallway while I continued to nurse Thomas, rocking him gently to sleep. Hopefully, I would be able to gently ease Thomas into his crib. He had a tendency to wake right up as soon as his little body touched the crib mattress. If they both stayed asleep, I would be able to enjoy breakfast without scarfing it down in ten seconds flat, a true luxury.
Thomas's eyes fluttered closed, and I watched his slow, methodical breathing for a long time before easing us both out of the rocking chair and hovering over the crib. Slowly, with my arms aching, I laid Thomas down without waking him up.
