(Alex’s POV)
When April came back from the garden alone, I was surprised. But then she grabbed my hand and as she hurried from the kitchen she said, “We need to talk!”, and I got confused. What the h*ll could've happened in the garden with Nana Sarah, of all people, that has her so flustered?
“Babe? Slow down a little. What’s goin’ on?” I asked and she shook her head as she said, “Not here, babe. Upstairs, in our room.” Her tone of voice was as rushed as her actions and, to be honest, I was getting worried.
When we got into our room, she turned around and hugged me. It was a loving hug and she nuzzled into the crook of my shoulder, so I happily held her for as long as she wanted me too. While I was holding her, I kept nuzzling her hair. I loved her silky-soft hair, it always smelled of
