Mirabella walked out of the kitchen to the sound of tiny laughter coming from Rena’s room. She walked closer, only to find Hunter crouched beside their daughter’s little pink stool, helping her brush her teeth.

Rena was still in her nightgown, her tiny dark curls a mess around her sleepy face, but she was giggling.

“Open up, princess. You missed a spot,” Hunter said patiently, his large hand steady as he guided her tiny one holding the toothbrush.

“I didn’t miss it!” Rena ...