Can you go?’ she snapped. ‘I went last time.’
He opened his eyes and swam back to consciousness, greeted by the familiar sound of his 13-month-old daughter screaming in the next room.
He groaned silently. They’d only just got her back to sleep.
He fumbled for his phone. The screen lit up – 3.56am. This was the third wake-up tonight.
‘Must be teething,’ she muttered, turning over beneath the duvet.
He felt exhaustion written