Contract Marriage with My CEO Boss

Chapter 107

Chapter 107

Fourteen months later

It was Christmas Eve. It was already fourteen months after they moved in their home in Maine. Fourteen months she worked from home as the PR specialist of Ross Corporation. And fourteen months since Kylan stayed by her side, only flying to New York when he was needed the most.

Right now, he would never admit it, not to anyone, not ever. But Rylan liked I taking the night shift. He never minded getting up at ungodly hours. pulling on his robe and his slippers to make the trek across the hall.

She was therefore not surprised when she woke to an empty bed, her phone reading that it was just after two o'clock in the morning. It was freezing, and she didn't want to leave the warmth of her covers, but she could hear a low, familiar voice nearby and she would never miss seeing Kylan in these quiet moments when she happened upon them.

She pulled the duvet away from her body, shivering just before she found and dragged on her robe and slippers, just like Kylan's

She tiptoed out into the hallway, their house soft and still around her, save the humming coming from the room across the way. The door was cracked open slightly, orange light filtering out into the otherwise darkness.

She peered her head inside the room, noticing that Kylan had stoked a fire back to life in its hearth. But her eyes were quickly drawn to the man himself, sitting in a large rocking chair, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, his parted hair falling in curtains around the top of his face, more grey pecking through lately. It suited him, and she made sure to tell him any time he talked about coloring it

He didn't need it, she would say. It was him, she would say. She loved seeing him get older, loved being

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pajamas, his black robe, and his black slippers. She loved all of it, all of him, but what she loved most was what he cradled

in a fluffy, white blanket, bundled to perfection and adored just as much, was their four week old

her unruly head of jet black hair that poked out from the top of her cocoon where Kylan

with the very concept of being a father, only because he wanted to be the best. He wanted

leaned on the fact that Kylan did. That he had a mother who had loved him, who had protected him, who had raised him

father, a wonderful father, who Kylan could

living, breathing, piece of her love manifested in the flesh. And she was the missing piece of her

daughter, not humming to him. She strained to listen better,

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one her mother, and her father, sang to her as a child any time she was afraid. It was also the lullaby she sang to kylan in a hotel room, in the middle of the night, when he refused to wake from a nightmare that haunted his dreams

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their daughter. Now he used to it to soothe their

worry about, she had known it all along. The moment she found out she was pregnant with Clarence Aloisa, with her girl, she knew he would be a