She put the last piece in place. "There! I knew we could do it." She wrapped her arms around Lincoln, Link. He hugged her back. "It's so pretty," she murmured, running her hand over the assembled puzzle. Thank you."
Turning, she kissed him, then tucked her head into the crook of his neck. He ran a hand through her hair, then down her back, enjoying the feel of her weight in his lap. Her warmth against his chest. "You're welcome, sweetheart. It's almost as pretty as you are." He kissed her temple and continued to caress her.
She giggled and shifted her weight a little. "No, this is way prettier. When will Mom get here to see it?"
Link frowned, glancing at the clock. "She should have been here already." Rising, he set Trudy on the floor. He'd never really thought about having kids before meeting and falling in love in with Trudy's mother, Leslie. Now he couldn't imagine not having either of them in his life. His bachelor pad was furnished with toys and books. His fridge plastered with drawings. It didn't look anything like it had just a few months ago. He had fallen in love with Leslie by the third date. He fell in love with Trudy even faster.
Leslie had been hesitant to tell him about Trudy, sensing he would bolt. He nearly did. However, she told him as he dropped her off and the angel in pink baby doll PJs had taken his heart in an instant. Her open arms left him no choice but to take her into his own, make her his daughter as much as Leslie's.
The phone rang and he hand a terrible feeling as he answered it.
"Mr. Lawrence? I have bad news."
Link couldn't take his eyes off Trudy, dancing through the living room. He couldn't let his mind hear what the officer said.
"Sweetheart? How would you like to go for a drive?"
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