Heaven passed Adalyn to her father first, then she sat on the couch between Dylan and Layne. Her dad’s face brightened when he saw his granddaughter. Then he made the silliest sounds she’d ever heard him make.
As he walked toward the fireplace, she noticed Hope and Scott standing nearby. Hope was eager to get her hands on her niece. Scott was doing an excellent job in keeping her anxiety at bay, but enough seeped through to make her wring her hands together.
Still surveying the room, Heaven spotted Faith sitting on the cushioned bench by the bay window. Her hands rested on her taut belly, but her eyes followed their father across the room. She was tired of being pregnant, yet she dreaded the delivery. It would involve pain, something she’d never handled well. But her frustration stemmed
