Chapter 273

Later that evening, Vance and I were sitting on our bed, me on my tablet and him on his, looking through emails. “Do you not think we’re going a little overboard with this birthday party?” I ask, looking away from the tablet to him, staring intently at a document on his device.

“No,” Vance utters, typing away on the screen. “What my baby wants, my baby gets.” I frown.

“Vance, she’s turning one, sh