Chapter 684

At the Prescott residence, Declan held Penelope in his arms and glanced toward the door for the twenty-first time that evening.

Cole, busy sketching away, couldn't help but throw his dad a helpless look—seriously, Dad looked like some kind of lovesick statue waiting for his wife. 'Geez, can he be any more dramatic?' Cole thought.

"Dad, why don't I call Mom and ask when she'll be home?" Cole sugges