Thatiswhy I’m not in the best of moods today.
I grumble a sound, as if he isn’t right, even though he is. Vaughn stands and heads back in my direction, and despite being sleep deprived, he still has swagger.
“We agreed that it’s for the best. If she continues to sleep near us, then she may never sleep alone for the years to come. Hell, she may even sleep better.”
An upset feeling swirls inside of me. “I know, especially with her feeding schedule slightly better and also having a bit of formula. A better night of sleep for all does sound appealing.” I hold my palm up. “But she’s a baby,mybaby.”
Vaughn gently touches my elbows. “Ourbaby, and this is what we both agreed. Plus, you said you tried putting her in her room a few times for her naps during the day and she loved it, slept totally fine.”
I stay silent and awkwardly tighten my lips.
He cocks his head to the side. “You did let her nap in there a few times, right?”
My eyes flutter. “I may have… tried… but she generally sleeps in her stroller or in the baby wrap attached to me like a koala.”
He gently shakes his head, with his sexy grin staying put. “Okay, now I understand why this might be a big step. Look, it’s up to you, but I think you want a little bit of routine, and this way it will be easier to have babysitters.”
I sigh and growl. “You’re right.”
And two hours later, we find ourselves staring at Nora’s closed nursery door, with her already sound asleep on the other side. Vaughn is holding the baby monitor like a walkie-talkie, and I’m checking to ensure the app is correctly installed on my phone so I can check on the video feed at any time.
Vaughn and I glance at each other, clearly more affected then either of us care to admit. “She has her dreamcatcher, she’s safe.”
I give him a dumbfounded look. “Oh, now you want to believe in my superstition.”
My feet begin to nearly stomp away in the direction of my room, but the clearing of a throat behind me draws my attention back to Vaughn.
“Where are you going?”
“My room,” I inform him like he’s crazy.
“Why?”
“Why not? Nora is now in her own bed, and I need to get used to waking in the night and going to her room if she wakes,” I explain, as though he has forgotten our plan.
Vaughn steps closer to me, our breaths now mingling as the tips of his fingers brush down my arm to my wrists. “You’re not leaving my room.”
Oh…oh.
I nervously chortle. “There is no longer a baby lying between us. The baby vacates your room, then that kind of means so do I. I was there because of the baby.”
The pads of his fingertips draw back up my arms, causing a quiver in my body. “Do you really want to move back into your old room? In the end, you were only there a few nights,” he whispers as our eyes latch onto a moment.
No words form from my side.
We’ve carefully treaded around the topic of Nora moving to her own room. As in, we’ve purposely avoided the puzzle of where I might sleep. But leave it to Vaughn to take the step.
My head retreats back slightly, attempting to wrap my thoughts around what he is trying to translate.
“Isla, you’re not moving back to your old room.” His voice is nearly taunting but so damn delicious and amorous.
“Am I not?” I play clueless… but really, I kind of am. Whatishappening?
Vaughn brings his finger to my cheek before skimming the line of my jaw in a tantalizing move, with his eyes firmly open. “No. You don’t want to go, and you don’t need to.”
I snicker at this turn of events. “Vaugh, I’m not sure?—”
His finger lands on my lips to shush me. “You’re staying in my room.” He is so damn inflexible.
