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?"

pulled her up. "It's okay if you don't feel like it, I'll help you

had

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

told you that? 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. You're getting on my nerves, and I'm starting to be rebellious. If you keep watching me like this, you'll have

this willful, truly adorable. Sleeping in separate rooms was

off his outerwear, Luther pulled Joyce

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

feeling better now." Joyce nestled in his arms. "Your mother seems to have changed a

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

to hold him the whole time. I had to come up

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

Shelly away first. If my mother left first, it would make

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

just felt a bit awkward." Joyce snuggled in closer

Joyce even tighter. "Finally, after sending them all away, can we talk about something

want to talk about?" Joyce raised her head from Luther's embrace, looking at him with

for you?" Luther

didn't understand. "What's