Winter Hart
When the vehicle was out of sight, I turned to find Jake holding all Hannah’s things.
“I miss Mommy. Is she going to be okay?” She pouted.
“Mommy is okay, sweetie. And soon you are going to have a brother or a sister,” I exclaimed. “Now, let's get you inside, and then we can make cookies for Mommy.”
“Yay, cookies,” she squealed.
“Thank you for grabbing her stuff,” I told Jake as he followed me up to the house.
“You have more than enough to carry,” he said.
I put Hannah down and unlocked the door when a sports car pulled into the driveway behind Jake’s truck.
What the hell is Tristan doing here?
I quickly opened the door and ushered my niece inside.
“Can you watch her for a minute?” I looked up at Jake.
“Win, I really don’t think,” I didn’t let him finish.
“I’ll be o
