Flynn Taylor saw the woman's wistful eyes and proudly arched his handsome eyebrows.
Emma had a habit of napping and had played too long today. Plus, with Ave Carlisle rubbing her belly, it wasn't long before Emma fell asleep without saying much to her. Mumbling before she dozed off, she said, "Daddy, Emma likes you, you know, it's not that I don't want you to sleep with mommy, but I've never seen..."
Ave Carlisle quickly pressed her lips to the little girl's and turned to Flynn Taylor, saying, "Hurry up and change your clothes." Luckily, the little girl hadn't yet asked, "Daddy, why are you wearing a bathrobe too?"
As he walked toward the wardrobe, Flynn Taylor asked, "What was our little baby just mumbling about?"
Her eyes dimming, Ave replied, "It's nothing."
Unconcerned, Flynn Taylor entered the wardrobe and emerged looking spick and span. He shook Ave awake just as she was about to drift off to sleep.
