"Can I keep her?" Bella suddenly asks.
"Huh?" I lower my copy of The President's Daughter.
"While you work, I mean." Her gaze pierces me.
I look to Mase.
She's laughing and kicking on the bed beside her mommy.
"Here?" I'm torn.
"Sure." She shrugs. "This is like a private apartment, somewhat."
"Is that even allowed?"
"She can visit," she points out. "So why couldn't she stay longer?"
"Don't you have physical therapy?"
"I could ask Esme or Alice to help." She looks so fucking hopeful.
Can I say no?
I don't think so.
"We can give it a shot."