Finnegan
A loud beeping tore through the entire building and yanked me out of sleep. 1:47 AM. The red digits on the bedside clock burned in the darkness.
Abigail was still in my arms and the tension that surged through me eased slightly at the confirmation that she was safe.
I had the intruder alarm system installed the second day we arrived home from the hospital because I wasn't taking any chances.
Devin had made it clear he wanted to finish what my mother started and would you look at that. I was right.
"Finn." Abigail's soft sleepy voice reached my ears.
"What's going on?" "Go back to sleep, baby," I murmured and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
The last thing I needed was her fully awake and alert because Abigail would never stay put if she knew there was an intruder. She mumbled something incoherent and drifted back under.
