Princess Gabby
When I entered the library with the tray, I was still fuming. Now, I'm a waste of time.
"Uncle Liam was right, men are stupid," Tundra grumbled.
"I will tell Uncle Nathan I don't need anyone to watch me. I'm done with this crap."
"Did something happen?" Bethany asked as I placed the tray on the coffee table in the sitting area.
"I don't need or want a babysitter," I grumbled.
Before she could say anything, her daughter entered with her grandson.
"Gabby," she exclaimed, cradling the prince.
"Auntie Ember," I hugged her. When we parted, I smiled at the sleeping infant. May I?" She placed him in my waiting arms, and I held him close.
"He is just the cutest," I cooed.
"When he sleeps," his mother sighed, sitting beside her mother.
"Don't be so hard on yourself, Sweeti
