The familiar scent of home envelops me as Cade and I step through the front door, Naomi balanced on my hip, her little head resting on my shoulder. It’s strange how quickly this place has become “home”, considering I’ve lived here less than a week.But I suppose home isn’t always a place. Sometimes, it’s a feeling, a sense of belonging. And right now, with my husband by my side and our daughter in my arms, I’ve never felt more at home.My husband. Our daughter.It’s surreal.“Welcome home, Mrs. Sinclair,” Cade murmurs, planting a kiss on my temple as he sets our bags down in the entryway.I smile up at him, my heart so full it feels like it’s going to burst. “I like the sound of that.”Together, we settle Naomi into her playpen, her eyelids already drooping with the promise of an impending nap. Just as I’m going to suggest that Cade and I take advantage of the quiet moment, my phone buzzes in my pocket.With furrowed eyebrows, I pull it out.Ava.“Hello?” I answer, my tone quizzical.
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