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?"

okay if you don't feel like it, I'll

that, he had her lean against

her hair, and finally smoothing it for her, "Okay, wet hair can cause headaches, especially when

I never 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.

do anything about her. It turns out she is also this willful, truly adorable. Sleeping in separate rooms was absolutely not an option. He

pulled Joyce into

and going today, I know you're tired, get some rest early." He caressed

for a while. I'm feeling better now." Joyce nestled in his arms. "Your mother seems to have changed a lot, her whole demeanor is

through, and getting 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

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

honest." Luther raised an eyebrow. Wilson is simply picky about people, no surprise

sent your mother and Shelly away first. If my mother left first,

forehead. "If 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 showing his genuine emotions,

long as you're not bothered. I just

what you give." Luther held Joyce even tighter. "Finally, after sending them all

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

you?" Luther suddenly asked, pointing in her

didn't understand. "What's