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 feel like it, I'll

had her lean

for her, "Okay, wet hair can cause headaches, especially when

these so-called expert opinions." Joyce rolled her eyes. "You've been getting more and more loquacious lately, with all these random rules. You're getting on my nerves, and I'm

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 sleep peacefully without her

Luther pulled Joyce into

today, I know you're tired, get some rest early." He caressed her long hair, softly twirling his fingers, and touched her smooth arms, a touch

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

and getting sick again. She should've seen through it all." Luther was indifferent. He didn't

bit awkward today. Wilson didn't want your mother to hold him the whole time. I had to come up with an excuse, saying

my mother, I think it's normal. You should have been honest." Luther raised

your mother and Shelly away first. If my mother left

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

as you're not bothered. I just felt a bit awkward."

get what you give." Luther held Joyce even tighter. "Finally, after

you want to talk about?" Joyce raised her head from Luther's

you?" Luther suddenly asked, pointing in

understand. "What's