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“I love you too, Piglet,” Lulu cries.
I hate seeing them upset. I press a solid kiss to the back of Mary’s head, then turn my lips to Lulu’s.
“And I love both of you.”
Lulu frowns. “You don’t have to lie.”
Glancing down at our emotional girl, I shake my head. “I didn’t lie.” I hold her gaze, letting Lulu see the truth.
I do love her.Lulu is a part of this family now. Our missing piece. I’m just pissed that I didn’t see it, but even if I had, I wouldn’t have thought we’d find it in someone at least fifteen years my junior.
“You okay, baby?” I ask Mary, soothing her back.
She nods her little head, pulling away from Lulu just enough to wipe at her wet face.
“This is better than a piglet,” she whispers against her hands.
My heart soars, and by the look on my wife-to-be’s face, so does hers.
Lulu kisses her cheek. “I’ve been called a pig before, but I’ve never been told I’m better than one.” She grins.
She means it as a joke, I know that, but rage attacks me. I wish I could kill her parents all over again.
“You’re fucking better than them,” I growl against her lips.
Mary gasps. “That’s a bad word!”
“It is a bad word,” Lulu agrees. “Bad Daddy.”
My cock twitches at her words. God, I can’t wait for her to give me more children.
“Food and then a film, you two troublemakers.” I roll my eyes, reaching to take Mary.
Lulu shakes her head, holding our little girl closer, wanting to carry her.
“What film are we watching?” I ask like I don’t already know.
“Babe!” Mary cheers, all sadness forgotten.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Ajax
I look over at the dirty dishes and groan. I don’t want to move. I’m content—mind, body, and soul.
Piglet sits cuddled between Lulu and me with a bowl of popcorn in her lap. Sweet and salty, who does that?
Lulu, apparently.
I dip a hand into my own bowl. Tossing a piece and catch it in my mouth.
Mary giggles before trying to copy me. A handful of popcorn rains down on her.
“See what happens when you mix sweet and salty?” I tut. “Here, baby, try this one,” I encourage, handing my daughter a few of my own.
She throws them high, and the pieces scatter, butby some miracle, my sweet girl catches one. Squealing, she sticks her tongue out to show us.
“Yay!” I cheer, my arms shooting up in the air.