"Hello, Alana, my perfect baby girl."I sniveled. What did my wife possibly mean?She got a twisted smile on her face. I knew I was in serious trouble."You just got your farewell kisses from your adoring wife, Annabelle. In the future, when you crawl to me - and you will always crawl to me - I will be Mommy Annabelle, your diaper disciplinarian." I growled, snarled, and wriggle in my bonds. I was ready to end this game. I gave my wife a cold, dark stare."I...