She hung up the call and looked around her very quiet house from the kitchen area. It was still pretty dark as the curtains were not opened yet.
She decided to go upstairs and inform her husband that it would be his turn today to babysit their daughter.
Opening the door very slowly, she came face to face with a scene that she could keep watching till she would breathe her last.
Baby Ava was sleeping atop her father's bare chest and one of Kian's hands was protectively wrapped around her small figure.
They were still asleep and unaware of the intruder staring at them not being able to part her eyes from them.
He would have been such a great father to the baby...she instinctively touched her belly thinking about it.
He was already such a good one to Ava. There was no doubt that he would have been an excellent one.
But things never stayed the same. She had somehow never gotten used to the changing nature of life.
