Married at First Sight novel (Serenity and Zachary York)

Ben replied, “I can’t feed Enzo. Even if I make his formula, he’ll only drink it if you hold him. When I try to feed him, it’s like I’ve poisoned it—he won’t take a sip.” Ben was frustrated with how picky Enzo could be.

He had made the formula, but Enzo refused to let him feed him. He only wanted Jane. When Jane wasn’t home, Enzo would eventually eat if he got hungry enough, but he was still smart enough to know who was feeding him.

Jane said, “I’ll feed him later. You should take Avah inside to sleep. It’s still a bit chilly out here.”

Enzo was already bundled up in his coat. Jane checked his clothes to ensure he wouldn’t get cold.

Ben carried Avah away, occasionally lowering his head to kiss her little face.

Serenity watched Ben walk away with Avah in his arms and commented to Jane, “Young Master Johnson treats Avah differently. He’s a bit less patient with Enzo but absolutely adores Avah.”

Jane smiled, “He’s always been a doting father to his daughter.”

She pulled out some tissues she always carried with her—a habit she developed after becoming a mother. She used them to wipe

her neck for a moment, then shifted to look around. He placed his hands on

to

Serenity called his name, Enzo turned to look at her,

a couple of “En

Then he grinned.

both resembled Ben. But in this generation of the Johnson family, there were already several boys, and Avah was the only

wanting to hold him. But instead of reaching out to her, he focused on trying to

my arms, and now this little guy has stopped crying and is

pinching Enzo’s cheek before picking him up and

the table be

pants and a diaper, so his little bottom