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While I understood that the first few months would be the toughest on me, I’d never expected it to be like this. As much as I had already fallen in love with my baby, I wish I’d known ahead of time that it would feel like my life was being drained out of me. At least then, I could have planned for the days when I was too weak to get out of bed—or out of the tub.

Night didn’t mind catching up on work for me, but that didn’t lessen my guilt about taking a bubble bath while he and Tavi combed through that mass of paperwork.

I sighed and closed my eyes, sinking under the water until the suds covered my mouth. Maybe I could convince Night to bring some of the paperwork home. I could handle some light reading.

As if thinking about him had summoned him, I heard his heavy footsteps headed up the stairs. Night was normally light on his feet, but because I hated when he snuck around, he didn’t mask his footsteps.

Moments later, he came into the bathroom. I opened my eyes and spotted the envelop