Addison
Light streamed into the room and I blinked, rolling over to grab my phone from the nightstand beside me. Clicking it on, I glanced at the time and gasped.
“Shit.” I jumped from the bed and rushed to the baby’s room, my hands already outstretched to soothe whatever tears were surely waiting for me.
Why had the baby monitor stopped working? And why hadn’t Max woken me up before he left? He was already long gone—had probably left an hour ago, which meant Dylan was completely unattended and it was entirely my fault. If she was hurt or hungry . . .
I pushed open the door to find Dylan standing at the bars of her crib, gurgling happily, and I let out a sigh of relief.
“Thank God,” I breathed, moving closer to scoop her into my arms. As I approached, I noticed something else—a little
