It was only six in the morning, but Abigail couldn’t wait for a second more to find out how baby Riona had fared during the night without her mother.
She made her way to the last door, to the penthouse, which now housed Trick, Nadiya, and the little baby. Anxiety had her rushing in even though she had no doubt that Trick could take care of a baby. Something she knew from watching him with Arlo. Trick was responsible and actually a natural caregiver, even if he would deny the label. But he had never spent an entire night with her son. So Abigail felt justified to be in a hurry to check on the little girl whose mother was unconscious.
Through the door and into the living room, her quick steps came to a sudden halt when her eyes landed on Trick sleeping shirtless on the couch with Riona on
