Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 153544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 153544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
“I like that.”
“Me, too.”
“Also, I spoke to Professor Skies since Landon told me he’s giving you a hard time.”
“Lan did?”
“Yeah,” Astrid says slowly. “But the weird thing is, Professor Skies said he already got a visit from some masked man who threatened him that if he continues to bother you, he better start counting his days. Be honest with me. Do you think that was Lan?”
Glyn releases a breath and shakes her head. “And here I was wondering why he suddenly changed his attitude toward me. He even praised my painting in front of the whole class, which is something he’s never done before. Now I know it’s all because of the threat, and no, Mum, I don’t think it was Lan.”
“Oh, okay. If your oldest brother causes any trouble, you’ll let me know, right?”
“No, Mum, I’m sorry, but I won’t. And neither will Bran, actually. Lan is a big boy. He can handle himself without you monitoring him.”
“Glyndon! Where did you learn the habit of talking back?”
“I just…feel better when I say everything out loud instead of burying it inside.”
My wife smiles. “Well, it’s about time. I’m proud of you, baby. And I’m so happy you found someone who understands and loves you the way you are.”
A faint blush covers her cheeks. “You think Killian loves me?”
“Loves you? No, it’s more than that. He looks like he’s ready to wreak havoc for you, and believe me when I say that type of love is rare to find.”
“You think?”
“I’m sure.”
“That would be one of us.” I choose this moment to stroll inside and then wrap a hand around my wife’s waist.
She fits perfectly in my arms. This woman was made for me and I refuse to think otherwise.
“Dad.” Glyn sulks. “Why would you say that?”
“Because he’s a little psycho, that’s why. Imagine what he’ll become when he grows up.”
“Aiden?” Astrid asks with a mischievous smile. “You still love him.”
“Tolerate him, not love him, princess.”
“Oh, please. You’ve been overprotective of Aiden since you were kids. Either way, Aiden is the type of man who puts his family above the world, so don’t be judgmental.”
“Yeah, Dad, don’t be judgmental.”
“We’re playing two on one now, are we?”
“Well, you put yourself in this position,” Astrid tells me, shamelessly taking our daughter’s side.
“Still love you, Dad.” Glyn pecks my cheek, then grins. “I’ll get going before you start kissing.”
Her laugh echoes in the air as she leaves the studio.
My wife slides her hand up my ribs and to my chest, a glimmering light shining in her eyes. “Are we going to start kissing, my king?”
It only takes a few strokes from her to transform me into a raging volcano. “Not sure. You just took that fucker Killian’s side over mine.”
“Because you’re being unreasonable and you know it. He brought our daughter back from the edge and that alone makes me forever thankful.” Her hand travels to my cheek, her voice softening when she says, “Are you really not going to kiss me?”
“I’d never say no to you, princess.” I’d lose to her over and over if I have to.
My fingers lift her chin and my mouth meets hers. I kiss her with gratefulness, love, and the absolute need to have her in my life.
She is my life.
My wife.
The mother of my children.
Mine.
Levi: I just lost my daughter.
Xander: Please tell me that’s figurative and Glyn is actually okay?
Levi: If by okay, you mean breathing, then sure, she’s okay. But she brought home a boy and said the dreaded words of “I love him.”
Aiden: Surely you knew she’d do this eventually? She’s fucking nineteen, Lev, not nine.
Levi: Says the one who only has sons. You don’t understand, so how about you kindly fuck off?
Aiden: What’s so wrong with having sons? Don’t be jealous.
Ronan: Agreed. Sons are the shit. Also, I’m on pins and needles for when Remi will introduce his special someone to us.
Cole: From what I gather, there will be special someones. I wonder where he got that womanizing tendency from.
Ronan: Fuck you, Nash. My son is living his life as a healthy uni student and I won’t allow anyone to shame him.
Xander: My condolences about Glyn, Captain. It’s my worst nightmare to imagine some fucker taking away my Cecily.
Aiden: Hello? They’re old enough to be independent, so can we normalize letting them live their lives?
Cole: Except for my Ariella. She’s only sixteen. My Ava is off-limits, too. Do you hear that, Aiden? Let Eli know.
Aiden: You’re so delusional to think you can stop Eli from doing anything. Even I can’t dictate his actions anymore.
Cole: We’ll see about that. Don’t blame me for the violence that will happen when he comes near my daughter.
Ronan: Let me bring the popcorn.
Cole: You, too, Ron. Keep your son far away from my Ari.
Ronan: I should be the one to say that, fucker. She’s like a little hellion stalker. Jesus, I’m scared for Remi’s life.