Twisted Lies (Twisted #4)

children little terrors, so…” Her voice held a teasing note. “Yes, but that won’t be our child.” Our

child would never do to my hair what Alex’s did to his. Stella gave me a wry look. “As much as I’d like to believe our baby will be the first baby in the world that doesn’t scream or cry, there’s a chance that won’t happen. I want you to be prepared.” “I don’t care. They could scream and cry all they want, and they’d still be like their mother.” I brushed her lips with mine. “Perfect.” A small shudder of pleasure rippled through her body. “I was right all those years ago,” she murmured.

“You, Christian Harper, are a softie at heart.” I laughed softly. “Only for you, Butterfly.” I kissed my wife again, and I let her warmth wrap around me while our friends’ laughter drifted over from the living room. The scene was so cheesy and cozy that the old, pre-Stella me would’ve despised it on principle. But that was the difference between then and now. Once upon a time, I hadn’t believed in love. Now, I realize that love was the last piece that’d been missing in the puzzle of my life. With it, I was finally whole.

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