I brush through my dark brown curls as my eyes scan through the bills. There's a stack the size of the Eiffel tower laying next to me on my white marbled desk, waiting to be read through. The sun has set hours ago, awakening my favourite city in the world by night. The bright lights of London shine through the floor to ceiling windows behind me. I pick up my mug and stare at the black liquid before taking a sip. The black coffee in my hand painted mug is already cold by now. Even the bright and colourful Ara araraunas, a yellow and turquoise coloured parrot breed, that Ana painted on the mug for me, don't brighten up my mood. It's just one of those days at my office again. Suddenly, my iPhone starts ringing and I wince. Who the hell is calling me in the middle of the night?! I see an unknown number calling me and frown. "Hello?" I ask the unknown caller.

"Mom," One word. One freaking word from my daughter and I know exactly what's going on.

I let out a sigh as I pinch my nose, trying to stop my blood pressure from raising again. One day she's going to kill me! "Which police station?!"

"Brixton." She breathes out.

Brixton?! What the hell was she doing there?! I shake my head, I know exactly what the fuck she was doing there! I close my eyes. "The car?" Troy will kill her if anything happened to that thing.

"No scratches." She sounds confident and I know there's a grin on her perfect lips.

I open my eyes again, "When's the hearing?"

"Just pick me up." I can hear other people shouting at her. "Listen, I have to go. There are people waiting. Just don't tell Dad..." she hangs up before I can say anything else.

I can't believe she didn't get a hearing this time again! I thought after all these times our contacts would stop getting her out of the police stations without a hearing. I mean, she can only do this so many times until she gets in front of a judge and a jury!

Never in the world would I have thought that having a teenager is so nerve-racking! Let alone a highly gifted nineteen year old teenager that's too beautiful and smart for her own good!

I wince as I hear my phone ringing again. This time my husband's photo stares at me. His bright blue orbs are sparkling, his lips are grinning, showing his pearly white teeth. I remember exactly when I took that photo. It was during a weekend getaway in France. It was just the two of us and a tiny village in the Provence. Lavender fields were everywhere and he stopped the car to take a few pictures of me - and I took just as many of him.

He already knows?! I pick up.

"I'm going to take care of her."

I close my eyes, he sounds like he's talking about an issue rather than a human being. "She's not a problem. She's our daughter."

"She got fucking caught by the police again! That is a fucking problem! A big fucking problem!"

"Troy-"

"You know what? I shouldn't pick her up today and neither should you. We should leave her there for a week!" Rage is talking out of him.

"Troy!" I hiss at him. "How the hell do you know about this anyway? She just called me a second ago."

He is silent on the other line, telling me he did something I don't like.

"Troy?" I ask again, leaning back in my chair. I am stuck in this office for another two to three hours.

"I may have Krimov and his men follow her when she's out of the house." He breathes out after a minute of silence.

Is he fucking kidding me?! "Troy, you know this is wrong. You-" I mean, I know his motives but Franklin has left us alone since Troy kicked him out over a decade ago. Victoria sees her grandchildren on their birthdays, but Franklin never does. He's hiding, probably still buying slaves in the Russian underground. It's a danger we have to consider and not ignore, but at the same time our children should have a fairly normal childhood. Fairly normal with no security men hiding in bushes.

But shit, I can't blame Troy for doing this. I really can't.

"I know. I know... But, Ella, if you knew how dangerous this world really is then you'd understand."

"Oh, I know exactly how fucking dangerous this world can be like!" I hiss, rage getting the best of me.

"Then you shouldn't fucking judge me but be grateful for me doing this!"

"Grateful?" I ask him back with a laughter. "Don't manipulate me. You did it once and you said you're never going to do it again."

I hit a nerve because he is silent as a mouse on the other end of the line.

"You will not take care of her." I turn around in my chair and stare at my reflection in the window.

"Fine but I will pick her up."

"Right now?"

He growls.

"Right now, Troy?" I push him.

"Yes!" He barks before hanging up. I sigh before I start collecting all the paperwork. I guess I will do the rest at home. I switch off my Mac before shoving the paperwork into my Mulberry purse. My feet slip back into my beloved black Chanel heels before I leave my desk at half past midnight.

I step into a silent house, which usually would be odd but not considering the late hours. It's almost one and I'm relieved to know at least three out of my five children are where they should be - asleep, at home. I place my light coloured Bayswater Mulberry purse with my paperwork on the round marble table in our foyer, slip out of my Chanel heels and place them into the wardrobe. I brush through my dark brown curls as I stare at the vase with the pink peonies in. Shit, even they can't lift my mood right now.

I growl, grab my purse and slowly walk down the hallway, feeling my swollen feet adjusting to the new weight shift. I need a glass of wine to digest this news. I hate when Adaline gambles with my heart like this. She's driving me nuts!

I reach the white kitchen with white marbled countertops, throw the purse on the kitchen island and open the wine fridge. I get out the first bottle I see, a German Riesling from 1963. I uncork the bottle and get out a wine glass before filling it all the way up. I take a sip, not cherishing the semi sweet taste at all. It doesn't sooth my mood the way I hope it would. I stare out of the window in our kitchen, my eyes staring into the backyard. I can see our infinity pool, the barbecue area, our rose garden and the path down the hill that leads to my studio and the guest house, which is currently occupied by our Italian nanny Valentina. She's been working with us for almost a decade, but she still can't keep her eyes off of my handsome husband. She looks like a freaking super model even after ten years of working for us! I don't even know why she's looking out for children, when she clearly could strut down the runway. But the triplets love her and so do Ana and Della. After all, she manages to help us out with three ten year olds and two teenagers. Although, Ana doesn't live here right now as she's studying in Oxford. For now. Whenever she's had enough of that university, she's moving back in. Because I won't let her live in a city as big as London all by herself. And Della certainly won't do that as well.

I take another sip of my wine before opening the door to the backyard. I walk down the illuminated stoned path that leads down the hill, to my studio, the guest house and another pool. There's even a tennis court for Rory and another pool for Nate to train for his swim races. It's a wonderful night with all the grasshopper sounds and the stars shining brightly. I stop as I see Valentina standing in her white bikini in front of the pool. The white color is the perfect contrast to her tanned skin that's flawless. Her dark brown hair is wrapped into a ballerina bun and her figure is to die for! She's thin and toned at the same time, looking like the perfect mixture of a Victoria's Secret Model and a fitness model. I mean, she looks absolutely stunning and I just can't see why she's watching my children instead of making use of her obvious beauty and sex appeal. She dives headfirst into the pool.

I empty my glass with one gulp and wish I brought the whole bottle. I watch her swimming through the pool, round after round. I can't believe a woman like her is single! I mean, she's in her early thirties, blossoming like a fucking flower and she can't find herself a man? What heartbreak did she go through? Who fucking broke her so much that she's been with us for nearly ten years?

I certainly don't know because Krimov didn't find anything about it when he scanned her before we hired her. Even after a decade, Valentina Bellomi is still a mystery that needs to be solved.

I sit down on the steps that lead down to the guest house she's staying in. It became her home and she never complained about living on the same property as her employers. But I have never seen her bring a man. Never.

But then again, maybe she prefers to get fucked at his place.

Suddenly, she sees me watching her and I freeze. Shit.

"Mrs. Bolton!" she waves her hand at me, clearly wanting me to walk down.

I roll my eyes, she's always so happy and positive. It certainly helps with my children, but I wouldn't mind her being a bit more real. I mean in ten years she has not once yelled at my children, not once lost her fucking temper. She's like Mary Poppins - in a freaking supermodel costume!

"Good evening." I greet her with a smile as I reach her.

"Good evening. Have you just come home?" she asks, stopping at the edge of the pool. Even after ten years with us, she still has a heavy Italian accent. That I love!

I look down, "Yeah. You know, one of those nights again." I shrug it off.

She nods, "You're a very busy woman, Mrs. Bolton, I understand. You don't have to justify your actions."

I raise my eyebrow at her words, "I don't justify shit. I pay you to watch my children when I'm working - however long that takes."

"Of course. I'm sorry."

I sigh and sit down cross legged on the floor across her. "I didn't mean to snap at you." She always makes me want to apologise to her. Must be her fucking smile and kindness all the time.

"It's been a long day, I don't take it too seriously." She flashes me one of those kind smiles that she gives my children as well.

"Della called me again." I say, biting on my lower lip as I place the wine glass next to me.

"She sneaked out? I just checked on her an hour ago!"

I chuckle, "Valentina, I am not mad at you for missing that she's gone. I am mad at her for sneaking out again!"

"Another car race?"

I nod, "She's going to kill me one day!"

Valentina chuckles, "That's why I never want to have children."

I furrow my eyebrow at her statement. She's never mentioned that before. "You don't want to have children?" I mean, I also assumed she would quit soon and start a family - well, whenever she would find a proper partner.

She nods, "I mean, don't get me wrong, I love children - especially yours. They are full of energy, excitement and love. But that feeling you have right now because your daughter broke her word for the hundredth time? That's why I won't ever have children."

I roll up my jeans to free my ankles, "All the stress and pain is worth it. One smile or chuckle and all of that heartache is forgotten."

She nods, "I know. I can see it in your eyes - and your husband's. But I couldn't do that."

I move closer to the pool and dip my feet into the cool water. "You grew up with seven siblings. You must know how much love that means."

"And nerves." she counters. "It broke my Mama's heart when I told her I never wanted a family, that she will never have grandchildren from me."

"What did you say to make her feel better?"

"She'll get enough grandchildren from my seven siblings." she shrugs it off.

I chuckle, "Good answer."

"Besides, the first ones are already on the way, so her heart will heal very quickly."

"Your sisters are pregnant?"

She nods, "Giovanna is expecting her first with Andrea, as well as Francesca with Fabio and then there're my brothers who have managed to knock both of their girlfriends up at the same time. So, my mother will be drowned in grandchildren by the end of the year and early next year. It'll make it easier for her."

I smile, "But it won't make her forget about you."

She brushes through her wet strands, "True, but she will stop picking on me when I come by."

I nod, knowing all too well how complicated a mother-daughter relationship can get.

"Is Troy picking her up?"

She's changing the subject back to Della. Maybe I stepped over a line. "Yeah. They should be here soon." I get my feet out of the water, pick up my wine glass and rise to my full height. "I should head back to the main house. Enjoy your evening."

"You, too." with that she turns around and swims another round.

"You sent him?!" Della's pain is clear in her voice as it echoes through the living area.

I feel chills going down my spine, feeling guilty. I get up from the couch and let go of the cashmere blanket that kept me warm. "Della, I-"

"Your mother didn't send me. I offered as she was still at work." Troy walks in from the foyer dressed in black slacks and a white Oxford shirt. He looks beyond mad.

My oldest daughter is dressed in all black with a fitted leather jacket, looking dangerous, sexy as hell and freaking stunning. Her chestnut curls are framing her face beautifully. The eye makeup is highlighting the navy blue in her orbs. At only nineteen years, she's blossoming like the freaking peonies in our rose garden. Della frowns before looking at me again, "You were still at Unfaithful Records?" She's judging me.

I open my mouth to respond but close it again. She knows how much I work. She has always known.

She shakes her head before heading towards the kitchen.

"Where do you think you're going?" Troy asks her.

Adaline stops and turns around, "I know how this will end. You will send me to my room, so how about I spare you the words and go straight to my room?"

Troy looks from her to me. "She's just like you." He looks back at our oldest daughter. "You could have gotten yourself killed there!"

She laughs, "Oh, you really think that, don't you? You have no idea! No idea!" With that she turns around.

He looks at her surprised. "Adaline Elizabeth Grace!"

She waves with her hand. "I know my name, Dad. No need to remind me."

"Adaline!" His tone is angrier and it makes even Della freeze in her spot. "You could have gotten yourself killed there on the streets! Killed!" He repeats this time in a tone that makes my blood freeze.

She growls before turning around to face the man that gave her the authoritarian attitude. "You're just worried about your Ferrari. Don't worry, Dad, I got it back in tip-top shape. I even won you a Maserati." she dares to smirk. She has the tongue from me, no doubt.

Troy rushes over to her with fast angry steps, "You think I give a fuck about that thing?!" he barks at her like a hungry bear, making her wince. "I care about your life! Your life, Adaline, and nothing more!" he yells into her face.

"Well, the cars as well as me are fine." she answers in a calm voice. She's the only one who is able to stay calm when her father is losing control. Perhaps she learned that during her work at St. Mary's Hospital. After graduating from Oxford Med School at the age of only twelve she started her residency at St. Mary's Hospital and has worked there ever since. In seven years she didn't just finish her residency but also has specialized in cardiology, neurology and is currently working on specializing in plastic surgery. She's a freaking miracle on two legs, being extraordinary no matter what she does.

Expect for those car races.

"You are reckless."

She raises her eyebrows at him, "Reckless? No, I am anything but that!" she argues back, "I didn't participate in that car race because I was feeling reckless, I did it because I had to feel that adrenaline again. That adrenaline which shuts off my brain for four minutes and thirty five seconds - that's exactly how long the race lasted. I didn't do that race to just feel a kick, I need this kick to be able to function properly." I frown, finally understanding her issues after all these years.

"Then get that kick from somewhere else!"

"I would if I were able to!" she hisses back at him. "But nothing calms my brain down the way those illegal car races do. Nothing! I tried to find something else. Trust me, I tried a lot of things."

I gulp. I don't even want to know all the things she tried.

Troy clenches his teeth, "There are only a number of times in which we can get you out of a police station without you getting a hearing. And if you do get a hearing then there will be no work at the hospital for you left to do. You will sit behind bars for a very long time."

She nods, "I know. It means I have to be more careful."

"No!" he barks at her, "This means, you have to stop!"

She stares back at him, not backing down. She stays her ground just like I would.

"You have to stop, Adaline. You're hurting us. You're hurting your siblings when you're putting yourself in danger and you are hurting your mother and me. I love you, Adaline and I will be damned if I ever let anything happen to you. You are my own flesh and blood. You are my life!" He hisses at her. "Don't gamble with your mother's heart and don't gamble with mine. Stop with the fucking races. Stop."

She licks her lips, "Okay." There are times, Della just needs to hear how much damage she causes us and how freaking much we love her. Sometimes those words actually reach her heart and make her appear more human to an objective eye.

And sometimes I just need to remind her that we all love her no matter what.

"Good."

She shoots me an icy look before turning on her heel again. She hates me for letting him pick her up.

"Adaline," Troy calls out again.

She stops and turns around, "What is it now?"

"Keys." he holds out his hand.

Our oldest daughter sighs before reaching into the pocket of her jeans, "Here." she places the key of the white Ferrari into his palms.

"The other one as well."

"Fine." she hisses before getting out the key to the Maserati as well. She watches Troy closing his palm. "But you do realize, that I can get into a car without a key, right?"

His pitch black orbs stare at her, "Don't even think of it." The tone in his voice sends chills down my spine.

I watch Della turning around without another word before walking through the dinning room and leaving us alone in the living area.

Troy turns around the second she's out of our sight, "She's just like you!"

I sigh before walking over to him. I stop across him and wrap my arms around his tensed torso. "The new week starts tomorrow." Della has to be at St. Mary's then, where she works. A nineteen year old surgeon, who participates in illegal car races. She's killing me!

"Not soon enough." he mumbles before pressing his forehead against mine.

"Maybe Ana could talk to her."

"Ana's drowning in work." Troy breathes out. "She's writing for the Oxford law newspaper and studying for the exams at the end of the semester. Besides, ever since Della graduated Oxford Med School and Ana stayed for the law school, their bond is not as strong as it used to be."

"Sometimes I think she is on better terms with her than us."

"That's because Ana's her little sister and we're her parents. It's always going to be this way." he whispers. "Did you talk to Ana today?"

I shake my head, "I was too caught up in work and by the time I got home, I didn't want to wake her up. I'll call her tomorrow."

I towel dry my face as I hear his thuds against the marble floor of our bathroom. I hang the towel back on the hook and watch him ripping the silver tie from his neck. His jacket is already off and so are his shoes. He's still full of rage and I am as well, but I seem to be dealing better with the situation than him. He gets out of his trousers and socks before throwing them into the laundry bin. My eyes follow his hands as he opens the buttons of his white oxford shirt and platinum cuffs with his initials. He growls before throwing them into the glass bowl next to his sink.

I sigh before walking over to him as he throws his shirt into the laundry bin. I let my hands travel up the prominent muscles that form his back before massaging his shoulders. "She's driving me insane, too." I whisper.

He places his hands on mine before wrapping his fingers around my wrists. For a moment, his fingers run over my hands, feeling the wedding bands on my left ring finger. "I always thought my love for you would be my death, but I'm starting to question that." he breathes out before turning around.

I gulp as I see his light grey orbs. I let my fingers travel up his abs and chest before I cup his face. "The privilege of being a parent." I say with a shrug.

He chuckles, giving me the first smile since this morning. He wraps his hands around my wrists and inhales deeply. "I love you."

My fingers fondle his cheeks, "A million times more than yesterday."

He kisses me softly, "A fucking million times more." He agrees, inhaling deeply. He unwraps his fingers from my wrists before gripping onto my waistline. With ease he lifts me onto the sink, before burying his nose in the nape of my neck. "I had no idea our children would give me so many heart attacks..." I feel his hot breath clashing against my neck before he kisses me softly.

I chuckle in response, "And you want eight. At least." I remind him with a grin on my lips.

"Yeah, I'm starting to reconsider that." His lips place kisses on my wishbone that's showing from the v cut of the shirt I'm wearing.

"No, you're not." I say, knowing him well. We always wanted more children, but it didn't happen naturally another time. With our jobs and five children already, we didn't really have the time to visit an adoption agency again.

"No, I'm not." He agrees with me before pulling the neckline further down so he can access to my stiff nipples. He starts sucking, causing me to tilt my head back as a moan escapes my lips. Sweet Jesus, he knows how to turn me on.

"Troy," I breathe out my husband's name. I squeeze his shoulders, "I have a phone conference in twenty minutes." I remind him and myself.

He growls, letting go of my left nipple. I can feel his tongue running through the cleavage before he sprinkles kisses on my neck. "Reschedule." He demands, sucking on the left side of my neck.

I pull away, hopefully to avoid the lovebite. "I can't. It's important."

He growls again before meeting my gaze. "Wake me up when you're done."

"You know I won't do that."

He smiles, "That's why I'm telling you."

I fondle his cheeks, "And I'm telling you, I won't wake up at five thirty or even four just for sex."

He raises an eyebrow at me, "I should fuck that opinion out of you."

I grin at his words, "It's why you married me."

He returns me grin, "I certainly did."

With naked feet I walk down the staircase to the kitchen where everyone is already having breakfast. The smell of coffee, pancakes and orange juice starts filling my nostrils. I brush through my hair as I stop at the end of the staircase, taking in a typical morning in the Bolton household. The triplets are having breakfast at the kitchen island, baked banana pancakes with freshly pressed orange juice. Della is sipping on a green juice she must have made herself in our slow juicer. She is reading the newspaper but being able to read 20.000 words per minute, it looks like she is only scanning it. She's currently reading the New York Times but has already read through The Guardian, Daily Telegraph and Observer.

All of our four biological children look like their father, inheriting his eyes and hair colour. They inherited all a different shade of blue, that combined can only be found in their father's eyes. From their smiles to the way they frown when they don't like something - I feel like Troy is across me every single time. And when I take a picture of him surrounded by his children it blows my mind every single time. It's like he built his very own army with me. It's kind of creepy, but also very fascinating. I thought over the years their features would develop into a more independent look, but no, with every day passing they look more and more like Troy. Especially Nate. He's basically his copy from head to toe.

What I didn't give them from my looks, I made up with giving them a lot of my characteristics. And with that I managed to drive us insane on almost daily basis. If it's not Della who's giving us a heart attack it's one of her three siblings. It's just Ana who's trouble-free at the moment. But to be honest, I think it will be only a matter of time until she's about to drop whatever bomb she's building for us.

It's what I learned over the years - there's always something going on in their little minds.

Mother's instinct.

"So, when can we have a ride in that Maserati you won yesterday?" Nate asks his biggest sister with a grin on his lips. How the hell do they know about that? Have they been eavesdropping instead of sleeping again?

"Well," Della starts but stops as Rory and Jo start clearing their throats to signalise my approach. The blue eyes of my oldest daughter look up and she gulps, "Probably never." She whispers.

Nate growls at her.

"Good morning to you guys as well." I say grinning before getting a cup out of the cupboard. I press the button on our coffee machine and the sound of grinding coffee starts filling the kitchen. "Where's Troy?"

"On the phone." Rory explains to me.

"Living room." Jo nods into the direction of the living area.

I pick up the cup before nodding. "Did you guys sleep alright?"

They all nod, clearly still too sleepy to have a proper conversation with me. Yawning, I turn on my heel and walk through the dinning room before entering our wide living room. I see my husband already dressed in a grey suit. He's talking on the phone, staring out of the window wall. Fluent French starts coming out of his mouth, making me love him even more. He has a clear view of our backyard with the infinity pool, the barbecue area, the rose garden and the river Thames. Down the hill is my private studio, a pool house and a guest house with a small pool. We also have a tennis court for Rory and another swimming pool for Nate's swim training. The sun is already shining brightly into our living room. I love our home!

I lean against the glass wall a few meters away from him and take the moment to stare at him. We've been married for twenty years, but it feels like yesterday that we got married. Twenty two years we've spent together and I am still head over heels in love with him. "Hey, sexy." I call out as soon as he ended the call with a smirk on my lips.

He turns around with the same smirk on his lips, "Look who finally woke up."

I walk over to him and embrace him, "Discussing contracts with the Chinese until five thirty does require some extra sleep."

He smiles at me before kissing me softly, "Well then good morning, Mrs. Bolton."

"It is one for me. But I am not so sure about our four children in there." I say and nod towards our kitchen from which loud noises and chatter come from. It'll only be a matter of time until they start arguing.

"The triplets are just not eager to go to school and Della's still licking her wounds."

I brush through his chestnut coloured hair, "But you seem to have them all under control."

He chuckles, "Trust me, it wasn't easy to get them out of bed today. Especially Nate."

I return his chuckle before I press my forehead against his. "Is it my turn or your turn to drive them to school?"

"Mine. And I will drive Della as well. She won't sit behind a driving wheel for a very long time."

"Okay, good because I need to take a shower before getting to my office."

He runs his hands down my pyjamas, "I wish I could join you in there."

"Another time then." I whisper before kissing him again. He returns my soft kiss before filling it with passion. A second later I feel his body captivating mine by pressing me against the glass wall. I feel his body heat setting me on fire as our tongues dance a tango. My fingers find the collar of his white oxford shirt and I pull him even closer to me, needing as much body contact as possible. His fingers wrap around my neck as my left leg wraps around his hips. My heartbeat increases and I feel the throbbing between my legs getting unbearable. Sweet Jesus, he's going to make me come with his lips.

"Geez, get a room." I hear Della's voice reaching my ears in a whisper tone.

Troy's lips leave mine. My mind is clouded with arousal, my lips still taste of him I notice as I run my tongue over them. I am speechless. My brain is totally blank.

"Why should we need a room if we have a whole house that's ours?" Troy asks back with a dirty smirk on his lips. He doesn't feel ashamed of our making out session at all. We've had nineteen years of training, but I still feel uncomfortable when one of our children catches us making out although it happens a lot. Because we just can keep our hands to ourselves when we're near each other.

"Well it seems like you now have a Masterati as well." Della pouts. Troy still has the keys to the car.

Troy smirk fades before he tilts his head to the side, "If you think I will give you the keys to that thing than you are dead wrong, Adaline Elizabeth Grace Bolton."

She licks her lips, "How am I suppose to get to work then?" She's the youngest surgeon that has ever worked in St. Mary's. She loves her job more than anything. Yet, she's risking it when she races.

"Oh I don't know. How about I drive you?!" He snaps at her.

"Getting driven to work by my Dad? Hell no!" I know she'd rather take a cab or the tube.

"Hell yes!" He lets go of me and fully turns around, showing his full dominance towards her.

"But Daddy, that is so uncool! I am a freaking doctor. I cut people open, I save their lives! I should be able to drive myself to work!"

"You are a freaking doctor who participates in illegal car races, Adaline. Get over it."

She rolls her eyes at his statement.

"And that," he points at her, "Is exactly why I am driving you."

She growls at him.

"Get the triplets ready for school." He nods at her.

Della growls, "That's Valentina's job."

"No it's not. She has the week off."

Della frowns just like me.

"Why?" I ask him confused. We didn't discuss it.

"You'll watch the triplets after work."

Della growls again, "Dad, this is not-"

"Adaline Elizabeth Grace Bolton-"

She looks at me, "Mom?"

I shrug in response, "I am on his side here." Although he didn't tell me that watching her siblings would be part of her punishment. Just like he didn't tell me that he was about to give Valentina the week off.

Adaline growls again before turning around. "You guys are so unfair!"

"Perhaps your mother will take the Maserati out for a ride today!" He calls out to tease her.

"Not funny!" She yells before disappearing in the kitchen.

I chuckle at her response before his fingertips on my chin move my attention back to him.

"I love you, Mrs. Bolton." He whispers to me.

Hearing this never gets old. "I love you, too." I whisper back.

The first chapter of A Million Times More! Please review so I know if you enjoyed reading it.