Chapter 149

• Jeremiah
• “Dammit, Elle,” I muttered under my breath. I had half a mind not to answer the door, but I knew she would stand out there all night, knocking and calling out my name. She was as hard-headed as her dad had been.
• I put Amelia down in the pack and play in the living room next to her sister. Neither baby was sleeping - they were both fighting it, even though it was obvious they were tired. They had been cranky all evening, their little eyes trying to close, but they kept on fighting for some reason. Every time I thought one of them was about to doze off, the other would start crying and wake her sister. They were feeding off each other, and likely feeding off my stress.