Belle leaned into Zachary’s neck, her tiny arms wrapped around him with pure trust and sweetness. His heart melted instantly.
Having a daughter was the best feeling in the world.
“Belle, aren’t you sleepy anymore?” he asked softly.
“No, I’m not sleeping,” she answered, shaking her head.
“Alright then,” Zachary said, carrying her back into the bedroom. “Sit here for a second, Daddy’s going to get you clothes.”
He set her on the bed, took two steps away, then turned right back around and scooped her up again.
Forget it—better to let her choose. She had so many cute outfits it was practically a fashion boutique in miniature.