April
"I think it's time. I wanna go back into the studio."
Hannah Thompson glanced over to her left at her husband, who sat behind the wheel of their Range Rover. Her gaze washed over him, taking in the way he shifted against the leather of the seat, leaned back further, and spread his knees wider, taking up almost all of the room under the wheel. She didn't miss the way his green eyes flashed to the rearview mirror, gazing in the back to their son, EJ, in his booster seat. Garrett licked his lips before taking a drink of coffee from its white cup - from that place he always gave her crap about - before his eyes took in her profile.
"Is that what you want, babe?"
His deep voice calmed her, and she knew he wasn't asking for him, he was asking for her.
She nodded. "Yeah, I'm sure. He's
