Hearing a cry coming from the baby monitor causes Bella and me both to stir from our sleep. "I'll get her," I whisper into Bella's ear as I untangle myself from her warm body.

"Are you sure?" she asks in a raspy, sleep filled voice.

"Yeah, Angel. I've got her. Go back to sleep." Getting out of bed, I grab my sweat pants and pull them on over my boxer briefs before making my way across the hallway to Bree's room. Walking up to her crib I grin when she spots me, and I see her eyes are laser focused on me and she immediately stops fussing. "Hi, pretty girl," I rumble and lean over her crib to carefully pick her up and bring her close to my chest. Breanna has been home a week, and I still get nervous holding her. She's so tiny and delicate. She has been a good baby so far, and only fusses when she needs changing, is hungry, or simply needs to be held.

After going downstairs to the kitchen to make her a bottle, I bring her back up to her nursery. Sitting down in the rocking chair, I cradle Bree in the crook of my arm and watch as she greedily takes the bottle in her mouth. Before Bella, I never saw myself as a family man and I especially never saw myself with a little girl. And though the adoption is not final, Breanna is mine. I don't need a piece of paper to tell me different. I love this little girl fiercely. She may not have my blood, but she has my heart. I'll take care of and protect her until my last breath.

I hate that Bella's still worried something will go wrong with the adoption process, but with my father stepping in on our behalf, I know we have nothing to worry about. She will be ours. My father has even gone as far as to track down Breanna's birth mom. He wanted to ensure she signed over her rights and that she would not be a problem for us in the future. It turns out she wouldn't be a problem at all because she was found in a hotel a few towns over; dead from a heroin overdose, and no word on the birth father. I suspect the woman didn't even know who the father was. Police reports showed multiple prostitution arrests on her record as well. Bella and I know that one day when she is older, Bree will have questions and, we will do our best to always be honest with her and answer those questions the best we can.

Feeling her presence before she speaks, I cut my eyes over my shoulder and spy Bella standing in the doorway of the room. The glow of the moon coming through the large window of the nursery is casting light over her face. She looks so fuckin' beautiful standing there wearing my t-shirt and her hair is a wild mess of waves hanging over her shoulders. I am without a doubt the luckiest son of a bitch alive.

"Did we wake you, Angel?"

She shakes her head, "No, I couldn't go back to sleep, so I thought I'd come see how you two were doing."

Slipping the bottle from Bree's mouth, I take a burp cloth and place it over my shoulder then bring her close to me and begin to pat her back lightly. The first time I fed Breanna, I didn't know I was supposed to burp her every so often during feedings. I ended up getting covered in spit up. When she threw up, it looked like something straight out of the exorcist. I won't make that mistake again, although Bella got a good laugh at my expense.

Knowing Bella wants Bree, I stand up and motion for her to sit in the rocking chair. Once she settles, I pass the cloth to her and then lean forward to carefully pass Bree to her. Bella is a natural with her. You can see she was meant to be a mother. I love seeing the two of them bond. Without a doubt I fall more and more in love with my woman every day. Not wanting the moment to end, I walk over to the window in front of the chair and sit down on the floor leaning against the wall, stretching my legs out in front of me. We both sit in complete silence. Bella is keeping her eyes on our little girl as she rocks and quietly hums to her, and I continue to stare at my beautiful wife. I imprint the moment into my brain. It will go down in history as one of my most cherished memories.

The next morning Bella and I are at the kitchen table having coffee and breakfast when Sofia walks in. "Morning," she greets plucking a banana out of the fruit bowl on the counter. Sofia has been a big help this past week. The first two days Bree was home she was hardly home. Bella noticed Sofia seemed to be almost pulling away. We both began to worry how she was taking it with us having a new addition to the family. Though Sofia is only a few years younger than Bella, I know Bella feels very protective and motherly towards her. It's just in her nature. Bella is an old soul, and having grown up so fast the way she did with having to take care of her sister, she took on the same role with Sofia. So, on the second day of Sofia staying out all day, Bella confronted her. It turns out Sofia felt she needed to give us space and some alone time. She said she didn't want to be in the way. I'll admit it caused a pain in my chest to hear those words come out of her mouth. We love Sofia. She is a part of this family, and we've shown her as much. I had to remind her that this is her home too and would always be her home. She has never been in the way, nor will she ever be a burden.

"What do you guys think about having the family over today? Bree has been home a week, and I know everyone is anxious to come see her." Bella says.

Sofia is the first to speak up, "Sounds like fun. Can I invite Leah and Sam?"

"Of course," Bella agrees. "I want to invite everyone. Can you call the guys Logan?" she asks.

"Yeah, Angel. I'll get everyone here. How about you write down what you want to cook, and Sofia and I will run to the store."

Thirty minutes later after calling the guys and telling them to get their asses to my place in two hours, Sofia and I are on our way to the grocery store. When she asked Bella earlier if she could invite Sam over, I decided to have her ride with me, so we could have a little talk about what was going on with the two of them. Don't get me wrong, I like Sam and he's a good kid, but protecting Sofia is my job. She's been through so much in her life already, and I don't want to see her go through anymore. I clear my throat, "I've noticed you've been hanging out with Sam a lot lately." I watch Sofia's cheeks turn pink, and she ducks her face. Pulling into a parking spot, I turn my truck off then turn towards her. Placing my finger under her chin, I coax her to look at me.

"We're just friends," she answers softly.

"But you like him more than friends?" I ask.

She shrugs her shoulders, "It doesn't matter what I feel. Sam doesn't see me that way. Probably because I'm not good enough for him." Her statement and low opinion of herself pisses me off.

"Sofia, look at me," I demand. When her innocent brown eyes meet mine, I see sorrow, uncertainty, and unshed tears. "He's not good enough for you. There isn't a bastard out there who will ever be good enough to deserve you. I'm positive Sam sees you. He sees you a hell of a lot more than I would like." I grind out. "And fair warning, when he mans up and makes his feelings known, he will have a long line of men ready to beat his ass if he breaks your heart. If Sam is the decent guy I think he is, then he's just waiting for the right time, sweetheart. Now, let's go in this store and get what we came for before my woman starts blowing up my phone asking me what's takin' so long." Sofia lets out a watery chuckle. Opening the passenger door, she turns and looks over her shoulder at me.

"Thanks, Logan."