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Chapter Seventy-eight

Author: Norahkhay
last update Last Updated: 2024-12-15 23:26:01

Thomas woke up to the faint sound of Lily babbling over the baby monitor. He stretched, feeling the warmth of Emma still curled up beside him. The morning sun spilled through the curtains,he didn’t feel like a walking zombie.

“Morning,” Emma mumbled sleepily, her voice muffled by the pillow.

Thomas turned to her, grinning. “Morning. Sleep well?”

Emma opened one eye, giving him a sly look. “Better than I have in months. I wonder why.”

He chuckled, leaning over to press a kiss to her temple. “Maybe because your husband is a genius at helping you relax.”

Emma snorted, sitting up slightly. “Relax? Genius? You were so nervous I thought you were going to faint.”

“Hey!” Thomas protested, propping himself up on one elbow. “I wasn’t that bad.”

Emma raised an eyebrow. “Thomas, you asked me if I was sure like five times. I was about to start charging you per question.”

“Okay, fine,” he said, laughing. “But can you blame me? It’s been a while, and I didn’t want to mess it up.”

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