After their earlier conversation, she’d been giddy with excitement for this phone call. “I’m sorry, babe.” She really had tried to stay up for their call, but their daughter had zapped any energy she’d had. Morgan Smith would be her husband in less than two weeks and she could hardly wait to marry him and make their forever official. It amazed her that the sound of his voice still made her feel safe, secure, and treasured, warming her from the top of her head to the tips of her painted toes. Sydney couldn’t help the smile that pulled at the corners of her mouth. “I thought we were supposed to have a little date.” “Don’t tell me you fell asleep on me.” Morgan’s soft, husky voice immediately soothed her frayed nerves. Patting her bed in search of the phone, she finally located it beneath the plush bear she’d used to put on a little show for her irritated darling. Between the whining and the drool everywhere, she wondered if teething was a special type of torture for parents. Who knew little bitty teeth would bring her to her knees. She had just put her daughter, Brynn, down after hours of loud wailing and hoped the loud ringing didn’t wake her. Sydney Williams jumped when she felt the buzz of her cell phone, followed by the “Christmastime is Here” ringtone.
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