The Alpha Daddy's Contractual Bride
It was dark and cold beyond, the only sound that of the occasional bird or squirrel twittering in the tree branches.
Nora was skipping ahead of me, humming to herself as she swished her net back and forth through the air. She’d picked up an impressive technique for using the net, and always seemed to catch some interesting little insect or another without too much effort. I followed behind at a leisurely pace with my hands in my pockets, tilting my face up to soak in the sunlight.
Suddenly, Nora gasped, turning to me. She held up her net and grinned. “Mommy, look! I caught a Monarch!”