Campbell watched their daughter run around the living room with Abbey chasing behind her. He couldn’t help laughing.
He opened his arms and wrapped his arms around his little girl. “I think your mommy is wanting you to take your bath.”
Abbey stood with her hands on her hips looking at the two of them.
“Campbell Philip Powell! You are not supposed to be lifting her right now. That is not resting your back like the doctor said to do.”
He looked at Kyndall and pretended to be sad. “You got Daddy in trouble with Mommy now. I think you better go take your bath so Mommy might be happy with both of us again.”
He let Abbey take their daughter and watched as she carried her to the stairs. He couldn’t believe how fast she was growing up. She went from a little baby sleeping in her bassinet to a toddler running around the house.
He knew that he needed to enjoy it now. She would be all grown up and ready for college before he knew it.
He got up from the sofa and made his way upstairs. Kyndall’s bath was over and she was getting ready for bed.
He stood in the doorway of her room watching Abbey get her into her pajamas. “Do you mind if I read her the story tonight?”
Abbey looked up at him and smiled. “She’s all yours, love.”