The second I opened the door,I heard a noise coming from the nursery—and my anger flare up.Beckett had renovated that room the moment he found out I was pregnant.He’d filled it with only the best.Every piece of furniture,every stuffed animal,every blanket—he picked them all out himself.For our baby.
And now he wanted to give that to Delaney?
Fury surged through me.I stormed down the hallway and swung the door open—only to find Delaney lying in the crib.
I yanked her up without thinking,rage burning in my chest.But before I could get a word out,Beckett grabbed my wrist and pulled me away from her.
“What is wrong with you?You act like a lunatic the second you walk in.”he snapped.But when he saw the tears in my eyes,he hesitated—his grip loosening just a little.
“Are you really giving her this room?”I asked,my voice raw and broken.
Beckett frowned.“Delaney said she likes it.It’s not a big deal if she stays here for a while.”
“Do you remember…”