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?"

you don't feel like it, I'll help

had

and finally smoothing it for her, "Okay, wet hair can

so-called expert opinions." Joyce rolled her eyes. "You've been getting more and more loquacious lately, with all these

is also this willful, truly adorable. Sleeping in separate rooms was absolutely not an option. He wouldn't be able to sleep peacefully without her in

Luther pulled Joyce into

some rest early." He caressed her long hair, softly twirling his fingers, and touched her smooth arms,

felt a bit drowsy for a while. I'm feeling better now." Joyce nestled in his arms. "Your mother seems to

seen through it all." Luther was indifferent. He didn't have

bit awkward today. Wilson didn't want your mother to hold him the whole time. I had

should have been honest." Luther raised an eyebrow. Wilson is simply picky about

your mother and Shelly away first. If my mother left first, it would make things even more awkward, and Anderson's behavior wasn't well

deliberately conceal it, he wouldn't be my son. Your mother put in a lot of effort to be good to them. They don't want your mother to leave,

just felt a bit awkward." Joyce snuggled in

You get what you give." Luther held Joyce even tighter. "Finally, after sending them all away, can we

her head from Luther's embrace, looking at him

you?" Luther

didn't understand. "What's