Am I really your son

Part 29: " LEAH HES YOUR SON AS WELL!!!"

In the evening:

Alessia POV:

The car hummed along the familiar road, the soft glow of the streetlights painting the night in a comforting amber. In my arms, Grayson, our precious one-month-old, slept soundly, his tiny chest rising and falling with the gentle rhythm of his slumber. I glanced at him, a wave of love washing over me. He was a miracle, our little miracle, and despite the chaos that awaited us at home, the simple serenity of his sleep calmed my nerves. As we pulled into the driveway, I could hear the frantic energy of our house, a symphony of distressed cries and hurried voices. Beth and Viv, our dear friends, were in a state of utter exhaustion, their two-week-old son, Casper, inconsolable.

I walked in, Grayson still fast asleep, and was immediately enveloped by the energy of the chaos. Beth and Viv were practically bouncing off the walls, their faces a mixture of worry and desperation. Casper's cries pierced the air with a raw, primal urgency, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of empathy for them. I knew all too well the feeling of a newborn refusing to sleep, the constant gnawing anxiety of their tiny body's needs remaining unmet.

'He's just overtired,' Viv said, her voice a strained whisper. 'He's been trying to sleep for hours, but he just won't settle.'

'We've tried everything,' Beth added, her eyes red-rimmed from fatigue. 'Swaddling, rocking, white noise, even a warm bath... nothing seems to work.'

I set Grayson gently down in his bassinet, the soft fabric of the crib welcoming his small form. He remained asleep, a tiny angel, oblivious to the turmoil around him. As I turned to offer my support, I noticed Leah, my girlfriend, sitting on the sofa, eyes glued to her phone, seemingly unconcerned with the situation unfolding before her.

'Leah, aren't you going to help them?' I asked, my voice laced with a hint of frustration. 'They're going crazy in here.'

Leah shrugged, her gaze fixed on the screen. 'It's not my problem,' she said, her tone nonchalant.

My heart sank. It wasn't uncommon for Leah to withdraw when faced with challenges, but this felt different. This was our friends, in distress, and it seemed like she was utterly unmoved.

'Okay, fine,' I said, my voice tight with displeasure. 'But can you at least hold Grayson? He's taking a very rare nap and it'd be a shame to wake him.'

Leah looked up, her eyes meeting mine. A flicker of something akin to regret crossed her face, but it was quickly replaced by a confident smirk. 'Don't worry,' she said. 'I can settle him down if he wakes up.'

Five minutes later, Grayson stirred in his sleep, his tiny limbs twitching. I watched him, my breath catching in my throat.

'I told you," I whispered, my voice laced with a mixture of anxiety and disbelief. "He might start crying.'

'He won't,' Leah said, her tone far too assured.

But as soon as the words left her lips, Grayson's eyes fluttered open, and a small, whimpering cry escaped his tiny mouth. He fussed and wriggled, his little face crumpling with annoyance.

'See!' I said, my voice sharp with irritation.

Leah simply rolled her eyes. 'Fine,' she muttered, her voice laced with a hint of annoyance. 'Here.'

She took Grayson from me, her touch clumsy and unsure. He immediately began to wail, his cries echoing through the house, a stark contrast to the silent peace he previously enjoyed.

'Leah, you're making him worse!' I said, my voice rising an octave.

Leah frowned, her patience wearing thin. 'I'm trying to calm him down. Just let me do it.'