Haley’s POV
I was washing the dishes when I heard the front door open.
“Haley?” Nate called me with a hint of worry in his voice.
My heart clenched. I hated it when he worried.
“Kitchen,” I shouted, glancing behind my shoulder.
I heard footsteps approaching the kitchen at a fast pace. Nate walked in and let out a relieved breath.
“Oh, my love,” he said as he rushed toward me.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and buried his nose into my neck. He took a deep breath and I felt him relax. I turned my head and kissed his temple.
“What happened with your father?” I asked, trying not to let him know how worried I was.
I was worried from the moment he told me that his father would be coming to talk to him. I knew that Nate’s father would say something that would upset my husband.
Nate
