Corporate Daddy
“Mary Ellen Lockhart Fortune tucked her thick, wavy red hair behind her ears and made a silly face at her wriggling granddaughter who smiled, yawned, rubbed her eyes and flipped over onto her belly, quickly crawling toward the end of the couch. Mary Ellen and her tall, handsome son, Logan, both made a grab for the child. Logan reached her first, coming off his seat on the ottoman at his mother’s knee. Holding his daughter at arm’s length—much like an escaped piglet that had found the mud hole—he gingerly carried her back to the original spot and sat her next to his mother. Sixteen-month-old Amanda Sue promptly flopped and flipped, emitting a shrieking grunt in the process, as if warning him not to interfere with her plans again. Mary Ellen chuckled. Logan quivered. The battle of wills his surprise baby daughter had been waging with him these past two hours was wearing on him.
“She’s a Fortune, all right,” he muttered, capturing his daughter again. Amanda Sue twisted and screamed, then ...went limp and put back her head in a dramatic sob for release.MoreLess
“She’s a Fortune, all right,” he muttered, capturing his daughter again. Amanda Sue twisted and screamed, then ...went limp and put back her head in a dramatic sob for release.MoreLess
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