She was asleep when I finally made it back. It pissed me off that I'd spent the whole time I was away thinking about her here waiting for me. It seemed whether I wanted it or not her pussy had a hold on me.
I didn't want to think about her, didn't want to second-guess myself about what the fuck I was doing. But as time went on I found myself questioning my actions. When it got to be too much, I made my excuses and came back because I couldn't fucking stay away, and I hated her even more for it.
The baby had taken a bottle of formula for the first time, but I couldn't even find any comfort in that. The book said her mother's milk is what was best for her, and I wanted only the best for my little angel. I'd put her down for her nap, using that as my excuse for coming back here so soon.