Joanne paused at the doorway, her gaze drawn to JD as he sat on the couch, little Lizzy nestled against his chest. The tiny girl was fast asleep, her small fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, her delicate breaths barely audible.
But what truly made Joanne's breath hitch was him—the way he held her, protective yet gentle, as if she were the most precious thing in the world.
And the smile on his face…
It was beautiful.
JD was handsome; there was no denying that. But there was something about a man holding a baby that made him irresistible. Maybe it was the tenderness in his expression, the warmth in his usually sharp green eyes.
A flutter stirred in her stomach, unbidden. A strong feeling bloomed like butterflies fluttering in her stomach, awakening a deep desire within her. She found herself smiling.
Ah… If I had gotten married that day, I probably would have had a toddler this age too…
