You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1994: Did it end?

Night.

After Anderson and Alisha went back to their room to sleep, and settled in, finally free after a busy day.

Joyce and Luther went to the nursery to check on Wilson and Cullen again.

Wilson and Cullen may have been a little tired from playing during the day, and were both soundly asleep now. Their small bodies rose and fell with each breath, their rosy faces especially tender.

Luther kissed each of them on the cheek.

Then he and Joyce quietly left the room and closed the door.

With four children in the house, tending to each of them was indeed exhausting.

After bathing, Joyce lay on the big bed, not wanting to move.

Luther came out after his shower and saw Joyce lying on the bed, her hair not yet dry. He turned back to the bathroom, brought a towel, and sat on the edge of the bed. "Your hair isn't dry yet, why haven't you blow-dried it?"

"I don't feel like it." Joyce reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Can we just go to bed early?"

up. "It's okay if you don't feel like

had her lean

towel to gently dry her hair, and finally smoothing it for her, "Okay, wet

been getting more and more loquacious lately, with all these random rules. You're getting on my nerves, and I'm starting to be rebellious. If you keep

anything." Luther chuckled softly, unable to do anything about her. It turns out she is also this willful, truly adorable. Sleeping in separate rooms was absolutely not an option. He wouldn't be able to

pulled Joyce into bed with

caressed her long hair, softly twirling his fingers, and touched her smooth arms, a touch so

for a while. I'm feeling better now." Joyce nestled in his

She should've seen through it all." Luther was indifferent. He didn't have much of a relationship with

to hold him the whole time. I had to come up with an excuse, saying

normal. You should have been honest." Luther raised an eyebrow. Wilson is simply picky about people, no surprise he doesn't want to be close to

If my mother

conceal it, he wouldn't be my son. Your mother put in a lot of effort to be good

I just felt a bit awkward." Joyce

Joyce even tighter. "Finally, after sending them

talk about?" Joyce raised her head from Luther's embrace, looking

it end for you?" Luther suddenly

understand. "What's