#Chapter29

The movie's end credits roll up on the dim screen.

I stretch in my spot before glancing down at the sleeping toddler.

Her dark brown hair is pulled back into a loose dutch braid so that her hair does not get tangled while she sleeps.

I try to wiggle out of her grasp which is proven to be more difficult than I originally thought.

One of her arms are thrown over my stomach while the other is bent in a rather uncomfortable angle.

I practically hold my breath as I slowly slip out of her hold, releasing a sigh of relief when I notice that she is still gently...