Connor’s POV
I pace around the living room, Grace in my arms, mumbling around her fist as I have a slow and painful nervous breakdown in my own damn house.
It was awkward, tense as I showed her the room, and Wynter wouldn’t look me in the eye, which annoyed me even more than the fact she again called me Mr Montgomery. I am seriously regretting my rash decision to hire her for Gracie, but she was literally the only applicant that my kid seemed to like, and Hali is getting more and more vocal about me starting back at work.
I check my watch, it’s nearly one o’clock, I should probably make something to eat. As if on queue, my stomach rumbles loudly and I look down at Grace who grins gummily back at me.
‘Yeah, I think daddy might be hungry’ I tell her, pressing my lips to her forehead befo
