He mentioned it several times during medical appointments.
But Dr. Andrew Whitman, the obstetrician who had delivered the twins, always responded calmly.
“Newborn nerves,” he said. “Perfectly normal. He’ll grow out of it.”
Alexander wanted to believe him.
Then Emily’s sister arrived.
Rachel Bennett came into the house like a storm. She spoke loudly, criticized everything, and soon lawyers followed behind her. Rachel filed papers requesting emergency custody, claiming Alexander was too busy and emotionally unstable to care for two infants alone.
She even suggested installing cameras throughout the house to prove he was attentive and involved.
Alexander hated the idea.
But he hated the possibility of losing his sons more.
That was when they hired Olivia Parker.
She was twenty-nine years old and working toward her nursing degree. She spoke softly, asked thoughtful questions, and seemed entirely unimpressed by Alexander’s wealth or the size of the mansion.
Within a week she had memorized the twins’ feeding schedules and sleeping patterns.
When Noah cried—as he did frequently—she didn’t panic.
She held him in a careful, supportive way, positioning his small body differently than anyone else had.