"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.

his assistance, she moved much more quickly, so she

bathroom, Nyla noticed a black toothbrush and cup beside

pointed at the toothbrush and cup. "What's

"If I said it's to make it easier to take care of you, would you

I

night before bed and wake

and she didn't know how to respond. She turned her gaze away, her voice soft. "I'll go wash up

out a small sigh of relief. As long as she

finished washing up,

fact, while washing up, she had already

they were a couple now, and living together was perfectly

together for life if nothing unexpected happened, so living together was

...

clothes, Damon

sitting on the sofa in the

down her cup and looked at the two of them with a curious

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