‘My dear girl, welcome to the family,’ my mother gushes, squashing us both with a bear-like hug. ‘You must come to dinner on Sunday. I need to hear all about this whirlwind romance. And mark off the last Friday of every month to come to the spa with us.’ She glances around at Scarlett, Zara, Ivy and Avery. ‘We go to Eden for a girls day.’ She winks at Layla knowingly.
Layla beams. She wanted a family. She’s getting more than she bargained for with the Becketts. I watch as she handles their questions with grace, laughs at their jokes, and wins them over within minutes. Though truthfully, it’s me who is the real winner.
I’m the luckiest bastard alive.
She’s mine.
And now, the entire world knows it.
I learnt the hard way in London, some things can’t be controlled. My devotion to her is one of those things. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life showing her that.
THE END