Kelly
Kelly slowly pulled the brush through her long blonde hair as she sat on the edge of her bed, still in her soft, fuzzy robe. She had barely slept again, only this time it was because she legitimately couldn’t sleep, her grandmother’s words and the look on Mitch’s face running through her head. Griffin, the little angel, had slept peacefully, only waking twice to nurse. She put the brush down and looked over at the bassinet where Griffin was currently napping. Was she really doing him a disservice by holding out for Tate and not marrying Mitch? She couldn’t lie, Mitch would be a fantastic step-father and husband, but she didn’t love him. She could have, though. If it wasn’t for mate bonds and their age difference, she probably would have dated him, or someone like him, throughout her
