The angry beeping from my phone fills the tiny little space I use as a bedroom.
Bennett groans and rolls over, wrapping his arm across my chest. "What is that noise?"
"It's time to make the doughnuts," I say cheerfully trying to imitate the commercials. But after only an hour of sleep, I fail miserably.
I have to start making more money so I can hire more help. Someone who likes mornings. And baking.
Bennett rolls to his back, his hand flopping on the side the bed. "What time is it?"
"5 a.m."
"f**k. I have to get home. I'm going to owe Dolores so much money for staying the night. And I'll have to call in to Ridge since I have no one to watch Liam today."
Bennett sounds as defeated as I am tired. It can't be an easy job being thrown into full-time dad lifestyle. If possible my heart
