Chapter 21
Sunday
Nathan Thomas eased out of bed a little after seven a.m. so that he would not wake a still sleeping Bella. He slipped on jeans and a t-shirt before he moved quietly down the hall to check on their son.
Charlie had once again kicked his comforter off the bed and onto the floor, and the toddler’s outstretched arms and legs were covered in goosepimples even as he slept soundly.
Nathan grinned as he retrieved the comforter from its resting place and lovingly covered Charlie up again, chuckling softly when his child sighed deeply and curled up into a ball. Then he softly shut Charlie’s bedroom door and made his way to the kitchen.
A few minutes later Nathan had settled into his home office with the first of several cups of coffee. After a few sips to help clear the slight
