Nine: Bailee

BAILEE

My body was moving on autopilot as I slowly poured the cup of water over Brinley’s hair. Her cheeks had lightened to a soft pink, and I was optimistic that the medicine would kick in soon.

Pregnant.

Lorna was pregnant.

Internally, I was fuming, but my body felt numb.

How could he have the nerve to have another child when he had just thrown away his first one?

He wasn’t fit to be a father. He couldn’t even take care of himself. He had expected me to clean up after him, cook for him, and serve him like his personal maid.

But maybe that dynamic was exactly why Lorna and Caleb could work together. She was his assistant. She already waited on him hand and foot.

Brinley lifted her head from my chest, reaching for one of the bath toys, and I sighed in relief that she was feeling better and wouldn’t need to go to the emergency room. Either the bath had brought her temperature down, or the medicine had started working, but her eyes looked brighter, and she looked better.

“Bailee,”