Once the baby hit the one-week mark, he just wanted to play. Robert fussed for a hundred days, then fell asleep in no time once Violet Zimmerman held him in her arms and nursed him.
Violet had been thinking about "getting pregnant again." She thought Daxton Lancaster would once more hint for her to go to Joseph Lancaster's place, so she prepared in advance: took a bath, brushed her teeth, even quietly brought her lotion into the bathroom—only she was in a hurry to soothe her son and forgot to use it.
After putting Robert on the bed, Violet had just started to straighten up when she felt a warm weight on her back.
It was Daxton coming over and wrapping his arms around her from behind.
"Violet," Daxton's chest pressed tightly against Violet's back, his chin resting on her shoulder. When he said her name, his voice was like a murmur, very gentle.
