Annabelle

"Good night, sweet girl," I coo to Ashlynn as her eyes close and she gives into sleep. 

Quietly, I leave the nursery and head toward the living room. Glancing up at the clock, I take note of the time. Nolan should be home soon. He's working late tonight. It never ceases to amaze me how hard the man pushes himself. 

Headlights come up the drive, and my heart pounds in my chest. I've been noticing him more lately, welcoming the smell of his cologne when it lingers ...