Lincoln’s POV
‘Are you sure about this?’ my woman asks nervously as we stand outside of the town hall, my arm wrapped protectively around her waist as my other hand grips my little girl’s tightly.
It’s been four weeks since I brought Abbey home from the hospital, her bruises have faded, and though she sometimes wakes from a nightmare, she’s doing well. Each time I have held her tightly, making her feel safe until she relaxes, knowing she’s safe.
Robyn also spent the first few nights after her mother came home, sleeping in between us, no doubt worried that she might wake up and find Abbey gone once again. Once she was sure that her Mom was OK, she returned back to her unicorn room and things have pretty much settled back to normal.
I have been happy, my girls are with me, they officiall
