~continued~
Remington found his wife in bed being wide awake and looking at the ceiling above her. That meant that the wheels in her head were turning, and Emily was thinking about something. Hopefully, she was not too in her thoughts.
"My love," he kissed her cheek as he got closer to her on the bed, "what are you thinking about?"
Emily turned her head to him and stayed silent for a bit. " I was just thinking about something."
"About what?"
"Leah." Emily revealed with a small breath.
Fuck, he control his expressions. of course, she had been thinking about Leah. There was no way Emily would not think about our daughter.
"What about her? She has been texting."
