Stomp on Your Broken Heart With Our Babies

Bonnie blushed after she heard those words, looking at Joanna with embarrassment.

"Who told you those words?"

"Uncle Eric," Joanna gave him away. "He said you and daddy had some kind of sparks that could bring us more siblings in a couple of years!"

"Okay, enough." Bonnie stopped her. She didn't know where this conversation would lead to. After she put the kids down to sleep, Bonnie went to Sebastian's room.

Sebastian was languidly reading a book against the headboard. Well, that was tempting.

After a pause, Bonnie forced a smile and said, "Mr. Grant, why didn't you sleep?"

with you dawdling around?"

shared a room, so she might wake up Sebastian if she came back late

a quick shower," Bonnie murmured

less revealing pajamas and rested on the sofa. They were having a fake marriage, so a sofa was the best Bonnie could do. But the sofa was too small to fit her size. Once she turned around, her face was very likely to kiss the floor. Well, that wasn't exaggerating. She had done that seven times within less

something in low voice. Before the eighth fall came, he got off the bed and walked

defiantly but instinctively looped her arms around Sebastian's

"I

the bed. On the bouncy, soft

here." Then Sebastian lay