Wren

“Mhm,” Hannah hums with a nod, licking her fingers. “I love it.”

My lips twitch. “You do? Really?”

“Yes. Daddy will love it too.”

“What am I gonna love?”

Hannah and I shriek, when Ezra’s voice comes in from the door. My heart picks up, caught off guard.

“Daddy!” She squeals, stretching her hands to be put down from the island, and I help her, watching her run into his arms.

Hannah and I had woken up some hours ago and when she requested for pancakes, I ...