Page 157 of Broken Strings


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Fuck, she’s perfection.

I wink down at my beautiful wife with a single-dimpled grin as she edges backwards.

“As you wish, Hellcat.”

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HENRY

“Goodnight, Seb.”

I press a kiss to my four-year-old’s forehead, ruffling his dark locks before pulling his duvet cover higher over his slight body.

“Night, Dad. I love you.”

I stiffen, as I do every time I hear those precious words spill so easily from my child’s mouth. The love of my children is something I will never take for granted.

“I love you too, son.”

I flick his volcano nightlight on before I hit the main light on my way out the door, making sure to leave it open a crack, just the way he likes it.

Slipping out of Sebastian’s room, I duck in next door to his baby brother Theodore’s room.

Our Theo has to be the strangest sleeper I’ve ever seen. He sleeps on his knees with his face planted to the mattress so that his little nappy-covered bottom is pointing towards the ceiling.

The sight never fails to put a smile on my face.

Having checked on both our boys, I make the quick trip to mine and Peach’s bedroom, finding her already tucked up between the sheets.

She’s glued to her Kindle, mouth slightly open with her eyes wide at whatever smut she’s currently devouring.

I won’t complain. After all, I’m the lucky bastard who benefits from her newfound kinks.

I make short work of stripping down to my boxers, and my oblivious wife finally notices me when I slip in beside her, pressing my cold feet to her warm, smooth legs.

“Henry!”

Her tone is one of irritation, but the smile in her big navy-blue eyes belies her beratement.

My laugh fills the bedroom, and she shakes her head as she rolls her eyes. “Revenge is a dish best served cold, you know.”

“You and those adages, Peach. Father Thomas has a lot to answer for.”

She shoves my shoulder good-naturedly before twisting about to deposit her Kindle on the nightstand.

Her movement makes her old t-shirt rise at the hem, allowing me to glimpse her usually toned stomach, now gently rounded in her third month with our third child.

When she turns back to me, I hold my arms out for her, and she immediately moves to settle against me, with her head right over my heart.

“Theo was out like a light. Did Seb settle okay for you?”

“Mmmhmm.” I make a noncommittal grunt deep inside my chest while my body relaxes for what feels like the first time all fucking day.

I press a kiss to the top of her blonde head. “Did you get to speak to Alex before he left? I know you wanted to share the news with him face-to-face.”

Liv shakes her head as she runs her fingers through the smattering of dark hair on my chest several times before angling her head up.

“He got a call from someone back in Manhattan. Whatever was said, he didn’t hang around.”

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