Stella felt a wave of hurt and confusion crashing over her.

Was she really such a failure?

Had she truly done something wrong?

In her arms, little Aster had cried himself hoarse-now, even as he drifted off, his mouth was still searching for his mother's comforting touch.

Seeing her chance, Stella gently popped the pacifier into his mouth.

The exhausted, hungry little guy latched on and started sucking with determined gusto.

Stella blinked in disbelief, then broke into a smile.

It worked!

For the first time, Aster was actually willing to take the formula.

He must have been truly drained. Two hundred milliliters of formula disappeared in a single go, and when he finished, he let out a satisfied burp, smacked his lips, and soon fell into a deep, contented sleep.

Stella could

along the edge to

his rosy cheeks and tiny hands with a

chubby face soft and pink, nothing like the little terror who'd

melting. She bent down and pressed gentle kisses

down beside him. Watching his

exhaustion, and a lingering ache that refused

the living room, Stewart and Briony sat on the couch as Cedric Clarke

the harder it gets... I know you're worried about him, but honestly, kids adapt better than we think. Give it a couple of days,

on the other end. "Don't cover for her-she's my daughter. I know

the bridge of his nose. "She's

back, "Are you coming home

stay here. There's plenty of space, and Aster's asleep-it's better not to drag him out." He paused, then added, "Mom, you and Dad have helped us so much these past years, looking after Aster. Why don't you take a few days and go on a little vacation together? Pick a city

hospital, and I

if it's too much, my parents would love nothing more than to

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