TARA

It was almost the same scenery as the last time Aidan called, which was just yesterday, and again, Nadia was exhausting the heck out of me.

But was I complaining?

No!

Not now, not ever.

What did I live for if not to hear those hysterical, contagious, and soul-soothing sounds that were my baby’s laughter?

It was a good day, the traffic in the diner had lessened compared to how it was so busy in the morning, so I could give Nadia my undivided attention for the next few minutes.

“Okay, Nadia,” I said, imitating a set position of a bull, as though I was about to run into...