You Looked Down on Me Once Now You Look Up (Patricia and Oliver) novel Chapter 954

“Come on, let’s just try it, okay?” Patricia pleaded, her eyes full of hope.

Mr. Padilla glanced back at her, saw that look, and couldn’t bring himself to say no. He gave in.

Their daughter was just five months old, and this was her first time sharing a bed with her parents. Other than the late-night feeds, she was pretty much an angel. Since she was attached to Patricia, the nighttime wake-ups were handled before the crying even started. Honestly, she was an easy baby.

Patricia and Oliver spent a whole month sleeping with their little girl. Patricia loved it. Every night, she’d lie in bed, playing with the baby until they both started getting sleepy. Oliver would come back from washing up right in time to help settle her.

The baby was thrilled, but the adults… not so much. Especially Mr. Padilla. He was seriously not happy.

With their daughter sleeping between them, he couldn’t even remember what it felt like to hold his wife, let alone anything more. So, the moment their daughter turned six months old, Mr. Padilla moved her back to the nanny’s room. If she cried, so be it. He figured he could handle getting up an extra time or two at night.

That night, their daughter woke up for her bottle. The nanny could do everything—except get her back to sleep. Oliver went to the nursery, and Patricia woke up too. She sat up in bed, clutching the comforter, and looked at him. Her eyes were both pleading and a little bit accusing.

“Bring her back. I can’t stand listening to her cry,” she whispered.

She really didn’t have to cry. The baby had just started to put on some weight, and now she was going to lose it all with these midnight tantrums.

“What about me? Don’t you feel bad for me?”

“You’re an adult.” Patricia sounded so matter-of-fact.

Mr. Padilla frowned. “Adults have needs too, you know.” Every night, their daughter slept in the middle. It felt like there was an ocean between him and Patricia. They couldn’t even share the same blanket. He and the baby had one, Patricia had her own. How was this not separate bedrooms?

“I’m not bringing her back. Don’t even try to convince me,” he said, making it clear the discussion was over.

After finally settling the baby, he came back to the bedroom and found Patricia sitting there, knees pulled up, face buried in the comforter, tears soaking into the fabric.

Mr. Padilla felt like the sky was falling.

First the baby cries, then the wife. It was like living in a flood of tears. The little one cried, then the big one, and he ended up looking like the bad guy every time.

Wearing silk pajamas, Mr. Padilla stood at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, staring at Patricia. He let out a long, defeated sigh. He didn’t want to deal with this, not even a little bit. But what could he do? She was his wife.

After a while, he finally sat on the bed and gently wrapped his arm around her.

“Why are you crying now?” he asked softly. “It’s the middle of the night. I just finished calming the baby, now I have to calm you? Looks like our little crybaby takes after her mom.”

“You’re the crybaby,” Patricia shot back, her voice muffled.

Mr. Padilla grabbed a tissue and gently wiped her tears. “Alright, alright. I’m the crybaby. Happy now?”

“Don’t cry anymore, okay? My heart hurts when I see you like this.”

“If you keep crying, I’m going to regret ever letting the baby sleep in our room,” he teased.

Patricia glared at him. “But you’re not letting her sleep with us now, are you?”

“We have so many people to take care of her. Do we really need to be up all night too? Why do you think I hired three nannies? For them to get paid to relax?”

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