Chapter Two Hundred and Forty Eight

Tabitha's POV

My first day with Arlo is filled with sleep, crying and feeding.

The feeding is the most uncomfortable and tiring part of our day and I'm getting overly frustrated because I cannot get him to latch.

And I'm turn his screaming becomes louder and more insidious.

Why can't I do this?

Surely it's not that hard.

I mean, look at Lilith, she feeds Lora so easily that the child's never off of her breasts.

I want that, need it yet I cannot fucking do it.

I'm a failure already and it's getting the better of me

So I end up going to bed, hiding within the sheets like a child as Leo potters around the house making it our home.

I stare at a now sleeping Arlo with tears in my eyes.

How did I get so lucky to be given a gift such as him when I never thought I could have a child?

There's been nothing I've ever done in my life that would enlighten to be deserving of him and yet here I am struggling to do the one thing I should be able to do right off the bat.

I trace his features with my p