Eight days later
Tate sat down on the porch by himself, thinking like he’d been doing for the past three days. Since his grandfather’s death, Tate had been doing some serious thinking by himself about his life in general. Seeing his grandfather die minutes after they had made amends, made Tate realize the importance of people around him.
The sound of his baby girl Ariel mad him shoot up from his chair and run to Ariel’s nursery room, only to find that Viola was already there holding Ariel and feeding her.
She looked up from Ariel and her eyes locked with Tate, sending a wave of heat through her body. She could not understand what I was about Tate that mad her body react in such a way.
“It’s okay, I have her” Tate smiled and walked up towards Viola, who sat on a rocking chair holding Vi
