ALLISON.
“I’ll put Amaris back in her room.” Liam carried the little angel and head to the nursery room.
“Now, let’s get you comfortable,” Daniel said as he slid his hands beneath my arms, lifting me carefully. I felt the warmth of his body close to mine as he carefully positioned me into the wheelchair. Then, he made sure to fasten the safety belt across my lap so I wouldn’t slip.
“There you go,” he murmured, brushing a stray hair from my face. “All set.”
“Thank you.”
He grasped the handles of the wheelchair and began to push it forward, gliding smoothly across the polished floor. The other three followed us until we reached the huge dining room. Liam also caught up after he placed Amaris in her nursery. As we reached the table, he gently brought me to a stop and stepped around to a
