Sally
What would Ashton say if he knew his evil brother was helping me with my shopping errands and holding his daughter in his arms?
I silently push the empty stroller forward and glance up at Ryan. He feels so much taller than me now that I’m in flip-flops, and my heart races when I hear him talking to Gwyneth.
“You want this elephant?” he asks her. When Gwyneth wrinkles her nose at the stuffed toy, he takes her to another shelf. “How about a wolf then? Would you like a stuffed animal that looks like a wolf?”
Gwyneth laughs and Ryan kisses her forehead before picking down the toy. He is so gentle with her, something which hasn’t gone unnoticed. I swear every single lady in the store has stopped in their tracks more than once to check him out.
I can’t say I blame them.
My ovaries
