The next morning came by rather quickly. The events of last night came rushing back the second he opened his eyes. Abby's green blinds were sheer and it let in some blinding sunlight which Lincoln immediately went to close.
As he pulled it shut and the room was consumed in darkness, he was suddenly startled by shuffling coming from the kitchen. He recognized Abby's footsteps immediately and was confused to hear her in there. She knew she wasn't allowed to be in the kitchen without Lincoln's supervision as there were sharp knives and potentially hot items. So why was she?
Closing her bedroom doors, he walked out and towards the kitchen. Standing by the sink was his little dressed in the crop top and underwear he put her in before bed last night. She looked adorable with her curls tied up
