Chapter 117 45 Minutes

• Maddison's POV
• Eight weeks went by in a foggy rush of late-night bottles, cozy blankets, and the sweet smell of baby powder that stuck to every corner. The penthouse once felt empty and cold with its hard lines and silent rooms. Now a tiny eight-pound boss named Dylan ruled the whole place.
• Maddison lowered herself down onto the thick gray rug that filled some part of the middle of the living room. She crossed her legs and sat. Dylan lay on his belly right in front of her. He made happy little noises while he tried hard to lift his heavy head.