All Chapters of The Billionaire's Twins Play Matchmaker: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Once she was comfortable, he slowly relaxed and nodded to Caden, who held the remote. Without a word, Caden pressed play and the beginning credits began to dramatic music before settling on snail racing fan. The kids were already snickering as they reached for their popcorn. Julius sighed, setting his popcorn bowl on his lap within Macey’s easy reach. “So are you going to tell me what is wrong?” Macey whispered. “What do you mean?” Julius asked, feigning ignorance. “I’m talking about how you were doing your best impression of a statue.” “Did I?” “You looked like you saw a ghost,” Macey insisted. “So what happened?” “I was just remembering.” “Remembering what?” “The night you left.” Macey tensed. She looked at him wide-eyed and uncertain. Surely, she couldn’t have forgotten. There was no way she could have forgotten what happened, what he did… “Macey, I…” Jul

Everyone had finally left to try and rest. March, Rose and Jude headed to a nearby hotel while Victoria, Dillon and Paul retreated to their respective homes. The baby’s early arrival had taken them all by surprise. Augustus still remembered the panic in Julius’s voice over the phone. It was two in the afternoon in New York, which meant it was eight in Paris, when Julius informed him they were on their way to the hospital. Augustus immediately called March and Rose while Stephen made arrangements with the airport to secure a departure time for their private jet. Jude raced to make it home in time to join them. They barely arrived in Paris before the baby. Macey was asleep, resting peacefully and no one deserved it more than her. Caden lay beside her, his head resting on her shoulder, also sound asleep. It had been a long night for all of them. Augustus was amazed the twins managed to stay awake the entire night. His gaze drifted to the reclining cha

“I mean one would be hard enough, but you have two. Two babies that need your constant attention. Two babies that need you to feed and change them and hold them and love them. Two babies who keep you up at all hours, and you’re here, alone, taking care of them by yourself. Do you honestly think anyone else could do what you are doing right now?” “But you just handled them so easily right now.” “I also got a full night’s sleep and a leisurely lunch at the café before coming over,” Victoria said. “Macey, I could never do what you are doing. One baby would break me. I’d need a team of nannies to help me.” Macey didn’t answer. “Look, I know we’ve talked about this before, and I know you don’t want to do it, but I really think you need to hire an au pair.” “Vicki…” “Macey, look at me. I’m worried about you. Sweetie, you need to sleep. You can’t keep stretching yourself this thin. I won’t allow it. I’ll go ov

She wondered if he was uncomfortable with their growing family. Augustus had been the only family member to be present when the twins were born, but this time everyone had flown to Paris to see the baby. Paul only maintained a small circle of friends and sometimes even avoided his own show openings, making Macey wonder if he didn’t like large crowds. Even so, she hoped he would come around more often. She would hate for Coda to grow up not knowing his adoptive uncle. “So, you got up with him?” Macey asked. “Yeah, of course. You were sleeping. I didn’t want him to wake you up,” Julius nodded. “You work too hard. You should take a break now that he’s here.” Macey smiled, leaning close and kissing him. His lips eagerly answered her, making her wonder when it was they had last made love. She had been too uncomfortable in the later stages of her pregnancy for such activities and after the birth she was tired and needed healing, but now…

Paul quietly wandered the gallery, looking at the mostly black and white photographs featuring building blocks, stuffed animals and even a mobile, all taken from a low angle representing the perspective of the baby. Each photograph had one color that was highlighted outside the otherwise gray tones. He didn’t know if it was because the baby was a boy, but the color for each photograph was the same: blue. It added a contrast to the gray tones and also softened the images, giving them more life than if they had been left purely black and white. He studied the photos with a smile. Macey had a unique way of making the mundane sacred. It was what made her work so special and why so many people gravitated to her photographs. “Oncle Paul!” an excited voice greeted. He turned to see Aria and Caden nearby. Aria was wearing a blue, velvet dress with a white skirt. Her usually unruly hair was tamed in a pair of pigtails with sparkling butterfly barrette