Chapters (33)
- Author’s Note
- Prologue
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Epilogue
- About the Author
Hannah hugged Bob and Amelia and stepped aside so they could take a closer look at baby Callie.
“Oh, Hannah, she’s simply gorgeous,” Amelia said, sniffling as she gazed down upon the baby.
“She sure is,” Bob agreed. “And we love the name Callie.”
Once again, Hannah looked to her husband, smiling with anticipation. She’d asked her mom to tell the Guthries only the baby’s nickname, so she could tell them the rest herself.
“Her actual name is Caleb Abbott Roberts,” Hannah said. “Callie is her nickname.”
“Oh,” Amelia said, seeming momentarily stunned. “Hannah… Oh my goodness.”
“It was Nolan’s idea.”
His arm came around her shoulders, always right there to support her no matter what.
“What a beautiful tribute that is,” Bob said gruffly, blinking back tears. “You honor us by honoring him. Both of you.”
“We hope you know,” Nolan said haltingly, “that even as we move forward together and start our family, we never forget him. Not for a minute.”
“We know that,” Amelia said. “We’ve always known that.”
“Callie is going to be so lucky to have you as her grandparents,” Hannah said.
“We couldn’t be more delighted to have her as our granddaughter,” Bob said. “And you, Hannah, as our daughter.”
She hugged them both and accepted a tissue from Nolan to wipe tears from her face. Unlike the grief-stricken tears of the past, these were tears of joy for the second chance she’d been given with her new husband and daughter.
Emma’s alarm going off at six in the morning was an unwelcome shock to her system. She had absolutely no desire to leave the warmth of Grayson’s arms to go to work, but she’d already had a week off. Besides, the office was open only until two, and the day would fly by because Saturdays were always extra busy.
She tried to slide free of Gray’s heavy arm, but he tightened his grip on her. “You’ve got to let me go.”
“Don’t wanna.”
“Just for a few hours.”
“All right. If I have to.”
Emma sat up and turned to look at him. “You’re absolutely sure you don’t mind having Simone today?”
“I’m a thousand percent sure. She knows where we need to be, right?”
Emma nodded. “And she can get you around on the subway, too.”
“Why am I not surprised?” He took her hand and gave it a squeeze. “Don’t worry about anything. I’ll take good care of her.”
“I’m not worried. Just don’t spoil her rotten and undo ten years of my hard work in one day, you got me?”
“I’ll do my best to resist the temptation to spoil her rotten.”
Emma leaned in and kissed him. “Thank you.”