Mia’s pov

It was seven forty and there was still no sign of Alex.

Mia sighed as she glanced at the entrance for the nth time and then chuckled to herself.

What exactly was she doing? Keeping hopes?

Expectations?

Just because he said he would be early didn’t mean he was asking her to wait for him.

With another sigh leaving her lips, she got up and checked on Bryan who seemed to be sleeping soundly.

A smile formed on her lips knowing he was going to be up later in the night and give her a hard time.

But that’s how babies are, innocent and carefree growing up was...