Page 89 of Vengeful Secret

Isn’t it?

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GRAY

That afternoonat the pool last week had been wonderful. Being with Ciara and Sutton around my family had been so great, in fact, that I want to introduce Ciara as my daughter officially.

Sutton’s been sleeping in my room, and I hope that’s something that doesn’t change.

I turn over, looking at the long line of her spine as she sleeps, the curve of her hip.

She looks so beautiful in the mornings, when I put my hand on her hip, and she slowly turns over, snuggling against me and groaning.

I chuckle. “It’s nearly noon,a ghrá.”

She blinks. “Is it?” She bolts upright in bed. “Ciara has probably been up for hours?—”

I put my hand on her shoulder, preventing her from getting up. “It’s okay. Lara and Marisol are both in the house, so we don’t have to worry.”

She bites her lip. “Are you sure they don't mind?"

“Are you serious? They love having kids in the house.”

She relaxes.

“It’s Sunday, you know,” I remind her.

“What’s Sunday?”

“Family dinner.”

Her eyes widen. “Do you want me to have dinner on family night? I could just eat in my room?—”

“Of course I want you to join family dinner.” I pause. “I also want to introduce Ciara as my daughter.”

Sutton lets out a long breath. “Do you think they’ll be angry with me?”

“No,” I say easily. “I think they’ll love you both.”

She smiles. “All right.”

She climbs on top of me, nestling her head against my neck, and we make love again before getting up for the day.

I’m starting to get used to Sutton and Ciara being in the house, and I hope that they stay forever, even after the threat is taken care of.

Ciara wants to go to the pool again, so Sutton takes her out while I get some work done.

I throw myself into it, wanting to get it over with so that I can introduce Ciara to my family officially.

I’m pretty sure Lara already suspects, but the rest of the family just thinks I’m dating a single mom. I don’t know how to tell them that I’ve been in love with Sutton for years, but they wouldn’t care, anyway. They accept everyone that I care about, and they always have. I’m beyond grateful for my family.

I peek my head in to check on Da, and Marisol is in the middle of helping him get dressed, putting his shirt on.

“We’re almost ready,” she says.

“You all fuss over me too much. Especially you.” He looks over at Marisol with narrowed eyes, but there’s a hint of a smile on his lips.

Marisol scoffs, laughing a little and quickly exiting the room, giving me and Da some privacy.

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