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?"

"It's okay if you don't

he had her

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

blow-dried my hair before sleeping and never had a headache. Don't believe these so-called expert opinions." Joyce rolled her eyes. "You've been getting more and more loquacious lately, with all these random rules.

is also this willful, truly adorable. Sleeping in separate rooms was absolutely not an option. He wouldn't be

off his outerwear, Luther pulled Joyce into bed

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

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

sick again. She should've seen through it all." Luther was indifferent. He didn't have much of a relationship with his own mother, and everything he did now was just out of

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

isn't shy, he just doesn't like my mother, I think it's normal. You should have been honest." Luther raised an eyebrow. Wilson is simply picky about people, no surprise he

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

he were to 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, it's Andres

bothered. I just

overthinking it. You get what you give." Luther held Joyce even tighter. "Finally, after sending

about?" Joyce raised her head from Luther's

for you?" Luther suddenly asked,

understand.