It had been three weeks since Andy gave birth, and Damien had been religiously going to their house every single day since Adrienne got out of the hospital two weeks ago.
It was a ritual for him to check on his daughter for at least an hour or two every morning and after work.
Damien was carrying his baby as he rocked her to sleep.
‘Izza calling,’
“Your phone is ringing….” Andy said, rolling her eyes.
Damien's phone was silently ringing again on the table next to the small bed inside Adrienne’s nursery. She was fixing the mattress Damien had sat on to feed Adrienne.
Damien turned around and saw the deadpanned look on Andy’s face,
“Take it outside,” Andy added, leaving the room.
Damien was puzzled at Andy’s tone.
Soon as Damien saw the n
