Sebastian stepped out of the shower, tossing on a crisp white bathrobe. As he raised his arm, his gaze drifted to his once-wrecked right arm-it felt way better now, even good enough to sign his name again.
Back in the bedroom, he first checked on baby Isabella. Snug in her pink crib, she was out like a light.
That was his little girl.
Leaning down, Sebastian kissed her on the forehead. Isabella responded with a soft smile, maybe half-asleep, maybe just sensing her dad's touch.
Unable to resist, he gently patted her and quietly hummed a lullaby.
She settled even deeper into slumber.
Yeah, she definitely liked her dad.
Elaria, eyes still on the paper in front of her, tossed out, "My mom mentioned you'd get bored staying home all day-you know, nothing to do. But I think
