Chapter Two Hundred and thirteen
Malachi's POV
But she carried the weight of this, the constant demands and needs and crying, while I got to escape to my office or to meetings or to anywhere that wasn't filled with the sound of an unhappy infant.
When Alicia finally came home two hours later, she found me on the couch with Lia finally, finally asleep on my chest, both of us looking shell-shocked and exhausted.
"How did it go?" she whispered, carefully sitting beside me without jostling the baby.
"She cried for two hours straight and I have no idea why," I admitted, my voice rough from the tension of the afternoon. "I tried everything. Fed her, changed her, rocked her, walked with her, put on music, turned off music, gave her toys, took away toys. Nothing worked. She just cried until she literally exhausted herself into sleeping."
