"Hello, Mr. Harrington, of course. It’s not a problem," I replied, trying to match his formality while inwardly hoping I wasn't making a fool of myself. Amelia then intervened, her tone carrying concern. "Your daughter is in her room and refuses to come out," she informed Cole as she invited us ins
Nicola Taylor "Miss Taylor," a small, timid voice broke through the quiet hum of conversation, prompting me to set my tea down. I smiled warmly as Arabella hurried over and enveloped me in a gentle hug. Her sweetness never failed to touch my heart, though I couldn't quite fathom why she held me i
"Is this a fucking joke?" I yell at Cole softly as soon as we step out of Arabella's room. "Language. She's sleeping," Cole replies just as softly, though a smile tugs at his lips. I punch him lightly in the arm, making him chuckle. “What are you up to?” I ask, exasperated, as he leads me through
Nicola Taylor “No, no, no,” I yell, covering my eyes as I step out of the bathroom, only to see Cole Harrington standing beside the bed, shirtless in just his joggers. “You cannot sleep shirtless around me. Are you trying to seduce me? Do you think this is how you get me to marry you?” I ask, movi
Nicola Taylor “Daddy!” I hear a loud scream, jolting me awake from my deep slumber. Cole and I sit up with a start, our eyes wide as we recognize the source of the scream. Oh god, no. Why didn’t we lock the door? There stands Arabella, her eyes as wide as saucers, clutching a stuffed bunny in her
Nicola Taylor I stared at the clock striking 2 pm as Cole and I sipped our coffee, the silence between us thick with unspoken words. Everything felt rushed, and I wasn’t sure how to navigate this conversation. “We should start our discussion. What are your demands?” he asked in a very professional
Nicola Taylor “Oh my god. I cannot believe this is happening.” Bella hadn’t stopped jumping since the moment I confirmed I was going to marry her father. Her joy was infectious, and it felt good to see her so happy. She deserves all the happiness in the world. “Bella, I’ll put on Peppa Pig. Go and
I was about to hit send when Cole took the phone from my hand, making me jump as I tried to grab it back from him, but in vain. “You’re being too nice,” he said grumpily. “I’m nice, unlike you,” I retorted, standing up on the bed to reach his height, but he was having fun at this point. “How are y