I stared at the TV watching as one guy kick the crap our of another in a horribly done fight sequence, like the acting was definitely from the 90's. Jonah and the guys were watching it like it was the best thing in the world. I mean Walker's truck was nice and CD was funny, but I just didn't think the show was my style. I sighed and sat back into the couch, instead of watching Walker I replayed some of my favorite moments with Jonah as we were growing up. I heard a small cry and I jumped off the couch ans rushed to the nursery where Harley was waking up from her nap.
"You have perfect timing baby girl." I said lightly. I cradled her in my arms as I walked down to the kitchen where Jonah was warming up her bottle. Harley smiled and made a cute little noise when Jonah came into her view.
