Chase’s POV.
I knew the plan I had last night was a dumb one, thank god for Terry otherwise I would have f****d up again and then I would never get Shannon back. Hell, I would no doubt be lying in the morgue now.
I go with Shannon and the kids into town. We went to the florist and the small shop was busy with people collecting last-minute orders. The kids are being well behaved. I stood holding the stroller and Chance was on the buggy board as Shannon walked around the shop picking up flowers and smelling them.
“Daddy, why is mommy smelling all the different flowers?” Chance asks and I smile down at my boy.
“Well, mommy wants them to be perfect. Every flower carries a different meaning. Mommy wants the right ones to take to see your nanny. Your mommy misses her very much. Why don’t we
