25
ASHLEIGH
Once Ryley and I got to the apartment, I packed up all of my clothes and had them all ready to load up by the time Gabriella came home. She was sweaty from working out, but she dashed through the front door straight to me, folding me in a big hug.
“I’m going to miss you.” When she pulled back, she glared over at Ryley and pointed. “You better take care of my girl . . . both of them.”
Ryley lifted his brows and laughed. “So we’re having a girl now?”
“Gabby seems to think so,” I explained. “Or at least she keeps changing her mind. I keep telling her it’s a boy. Either way, I’ll be happy as long as the baby’s healthy. I can just see a little tyke running around with his father’s bright blue eyes.”
“Oh hell,” he chuckled. “If we have a boy, we’re going to be in for one hell o
