Joy || Bremma
It had been 3 months since the birth of Hope Sophia Ryan and Emma’s confession to Bryan. They were both so happy about the birth of their daughter and Emma still hadn’t told her mom about her dad’s ways because she was beyond frightened.
Here the redhead stood at the kitchen sink, it was 6:30pm and she was peeling potatoes, chopping them up for a potato salad to go with their dinner. Hope was fast asleep in the nursery and Emma hadn’t seen her fiancè in hours and was missing her terribly. They were getting married in a few weeks and Emma was freaking out, in a good way.
She knew he was somewhere in the house, but had no clue where. “Bryan, darling?” The ginger called out, waiting for an answer.