CHAPTER 8: Sarah
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Sarah sat on the couch, leaning against Nick with Peter sprawled across both their laps. Isabella was stretched out on the floor between Tank and Sweetie. Davy was already in bed, having fallen asleep in Nick’s arms halfway through the first movie. Her throat threatened to close at the memory—Nick so big and strong, cradling the sleeping child to his chest as he carefully made his way over Isabella, the dogs and Peter, who’d been on the floor by his sister at the time.
Her heart picked up speed. If she couldn’t give him a child would he leave her? He should. He deserved kids of his own.
“You okay?” Nick whispered.
“Yeah.” She turned toward him, plastering a fake smile on her face. The damn man must read minds because he always seemed to know when she was spi
