CHAPTER 102

  Gracie

  Ryland and I had been standing outside Peter’s for the last ten minutes. Why Because I was a nervous wreck! I barely slept last night because of it.

  “Babe, we need to go inside at some point,” Ryland laughed, “I know, but what if Connor and Abby don’t like me What if they think I am trying to steal their daddy” I panicked.

  Ryland turned me to face him, resting his hands on my hips, “They are not going to hate you, Gracie. And I am sure they don’t think you are trying to steal Peter away from them. They are three and five. They will be thrilled to have a big sister. Take a deep breath, and then we are going inside; either that or I toss you over my shoulder and carry you in. The choice is yours,” he said firmly.

  “Fine! I will text my dad and tell him we are here.” I huffed.