Clive’s son, Elias, was crying. Clive walked around the room with Elias in his arms to calm him.

Alice did not even open her eyes. She asked, “Is he hungry? Or did he poop?”

“I think he’s hungry. You can continue sleeping, love. I’ll coax him and give him some formula. He’ll be asleep until about nine after drinking the formula.”

Alice hummed in agreement. She turned around and went back to sleep.

Although they had a nanny, the nanny could only carry Elias when he was asleep. If she tried ca