"Give me a kiss, and I'll let go," Damon requested.

Nyla glared at him. "Damon, can you stop being so childish?"

"I just want a good morning kiss. If you don't give it to me, I won't let go," he insisted.

At that moment, Nyla saw a reflection of Mason in Damon. Before Mason turned three, he had to have a kiss on his face every morning, or he would throw a tantrum. Just like father, like son.

Thinking about how Valarie was waiting for her downstairs, Nyla leaned over and quickly pecked Damon on the cheek before pulling back.

"Can you let go of me now?" she asked, her tone calm, though the slight blush on her ears betrayed her.

Damon didn't tease her further and released her hand.

As Nyla sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed, Damon's strong hands steadied her.

"I'll help you wash up," he said.

assistance, she moved much more quickly,

they entered the bathroom, Nyla noticed a black toothbrush and cup beside her own. Everything else had also been

at the toothbrush

rubbed his nose. "If I said it's to make it easier to

think I would?" Nyla

want to hold your hand every night

know how

out a small sigh of relief. As long as she wasn't

finished

of Damon's clothes in the closet. In fact, while washing up, she had already accepted the

now, and

for life if nothing unexpected

...

clothes, Damon

sofa in the living room,

and looked at the two of them with a curious expression. Could it be that they had such an

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