“Can you get that, Chase?” “On it,” he called back. She bent her head to kiss the sole of the tiny foot on the changing table before her. “He’s on it,” she said to their daughter. Nitsa Ellery was three months old and an absolute doll. I suppose most parents think their children are perfect at this age. “Like he’s still in the Army. I’m still wondering why you have his last name instead of mine,” she groused as she fastened the outfit. “Because, you will be marrying me,” he said voice full of confidence. “No point in having to change her name then.” “Says the one who had seconds’ worth of work in creating you,” she said, kissing the other foot. Nitsa giggled and smiled. She reached out to her father and Vicki rolled her eyes. “See, I get you all clean and pretty and you just want him.” “I’m handsome; she has good taste in men.” Vicki snorted as he took their daughter into his strong arms. Once Nitsa had been born, there’d been a change to Chase she’d not been expecting.
