38. The Prodigal ex-Fiancé Returns

It has been two weeks after she had given birth to Astor, the blue eyed, dark haired bouncing baby who is now terrorising both her days and nights. 

Whoever invented the saying, sleep like a baby probably never had one. Despite his cherubic face and utterly adorable tiny fingers and tiny toes, Astor's cries could probably wake up the dead. In their residence, Astor have woken everyone up at the oddest time and sleep deprived is now known as the Sinclair's new normal.

It's an absolute miracle no one has gone bonkers yet.  

It was one of the rare afternoons where Astor had just fallen asleep and Susannah, his nanny carried him upstairs to his crib. As a new mother, alone time is a priceless commodity and she needed a distraction, something to help her relax and take her mind away from the anxiety of it all. So Victory had occupied herself in the kitchen and was baking an apple pie.

Her cellphone suddenly rang and she idly swiped