52- Sophia

“What is going on there, sugar?” Abigail tried to hold her phone in the crook of her neck lifting up one shoulder.

“I don’t know what is going on outside. I am just here to keep an eye on Sophie.” Abigail was wiping the mess Sophie just made by dropping her chocolate cookies.

“Your voice is strained. I hope the little one is not giving you a tough time.” She could hear the amusement in his voice.

A beautiful smile glittered on her lips, “If I can spend time with my three naughty kids and a wicked husband then I guess I can do anything in this world.” There was a challenge in her tone that Hunter could not miss.

“Hey. Whom are you calling wicked?” He tried to protest.

“You! You are wicked. Our kids also got those wicked genes from you.” Abigail was enjoying teasing him.

“Come back home, sugar.” She heard his husky voice, “Let me prove to you who is more wicked among us.” Abigail could feel herself blushing, “Last time we were in bed you were the one who became wicked…”

“Hunter! Shut up