Addison’s POV
Ari and I had been home from the hospital, and despite the constant lack of sleep, the poo explosion diapers, the hormonal mood swings and the rock hard boobs that felt like they were going to explode all the time, I couldn’t have been happier. Even when I was feeding her for the tenth time overnight, in the pale glow from the moonlight in the window, she would wrap her little hand around my finger, and all I felt was a love for her that I couldn’t measure. I never thought I could love someone so much so quickly.
Talking about love, she had her daddy wrapped around her cute little finger. I would be jealous if she weren’t three weeks old and our daughter. I would wake up from a much-needed nap with neither of them in sight. I would panic and end up finding them lounging on
