Chapter 40

• Darius :-)
• With Cyrus curled up against my chest, completely relaxed in his shark onesie, I carried him to the living room. The morning had already been filled with excitement, and I knew my baby needed some quiet time. I gently sat down on the couch, keeping him in my arms as I reached for the remote.
• Cyrus sighed contentedly, his tiny fingers gripping the fabric of my shirt. “What we doin’, Daddy?” he murmured sleepily.