“Girl, that is like the tenth yawn this hour,” Angelica commented, raising an eyebrow at Kelly as she turned away from the bassinet she was looking at. “Are you not sleeping?”
“Not really,” Kelly admitted, fighting back yet another yawn. “I never sleep very well when Tate is away.”
“I feel you,” Angelica nodded in agreement, turning back to the bassinet to check the price.
Walking down the aisle a way with the cart and Griffin, Kelly stopped to look at the cribs. There were white ones, brown ones, black ones, and even a couple of pink ones. Yawning again, she peered over her shoulder before fishing out her phone to see if she had any messages. Nothing.
Tucking her phone back into her pocket, she tried to remember what Tate’s schedule was for the week. Today was Monday, which meant he
