~~Quinn's PoV~~
My body feels like it's short-circuiting as I follow Carter down the hall. He's carrying Rosie's diaper bag, clothes bag and toys and it somehow doesn't look anywhere near as ridiculous as it should with him in his expensive suit. I've got Rosie in my arms, her little eyelids already drooping. I know I need to feed her before she goes to sleep or she'll wake up hungry in an hour or two, and I'm hoping that, if all goes well, Carter and I won't want to be interrupted by a crying baby within that time frame.
Is this really happening? It feels like we've been waiting forever for this moment, but in reality, it wasn't all that long ago that I was walking into the restaurant for the first time and seeing the masked man waiting for me at the table. It's hardly been any time sin
