Elaine
"You didn't have to do this." I closed the screen door behind me, my nerves humming as my gaze fell on Grayson.
I ignored how natural... comfortable he looked in the yard. How he'd looked carrying our bags into the house after getting back from the hospital.
Dante offered to help, but Grayson insisted on doing everything himself, including carrying Claire from her hospital bed, into the car and all the way into the house and her bed.
My daughter had loved every moment of it, and I—no matter how much I tried— couldn't stop my heart from melting as I watched the two of them. The expression on Grayson's face the entire ride had been priceless. He couldn't take his eyes that were filled with awe off of her. There was no doubt he loved her. Something I'd been afraid wasn't the case
