Anton sighed in relief as he entered Cassie’s bedroom. Last night, he promised himself he would continue admiring the interior design of his wife’s bedroom, but after meeting Chloe and Nathan, he only wanted to curl up in bed.
“I don’t know who’s scarier, Nathan or Chloe.” he groaned, crawling into the soft mattress while watching his wife put Willow into the crib.
He lied about Willow being a light sleeper, but the truth, among them, was that their baby was blessed with not being easily disturbed by noise. When he opened his arms, Cassie went to bed and rested her head on his chest.
“Both, I guess,” Cassie muttered, closing her eyes. “I told you it’s a bad idea to come here. Everybody thinks I need help.” She opened her eyes and craned her neck, meeting her husband’s gaze.
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