Addison
“Monkey,” I said, pointing to the baby baboon staring at us through the glass enclosure. “Can you say monkey?”
Dylan smiled and pressed her face to the glass with a squeal of delight.
“She was making monkey noises this morning when we were getting dressed,” Max said with a chuckle. “I think she’s just playing hard to get.”
“Yeah, well, wait until I bribe her with ice cream.” I swept her into my arms and pressed a kiss to her forehead before settling her back into her stroller. “I’m starving. Are you?”
I shot a glance at Max and tried not to melt. It was a warm day for late September, and he wore a faded Army T-shirt that bared his spectacular forearms and biceps, along with a pair of faded jeans. The other moms strolling by didn’t even try to hide their swooning, and I couldn’
