Page 5 of A Play for Love

“So now what?”

“I don’t know. Simon and Grace are going to take care of it.”

“Overall, how is Aunt Barb?” she asked.

“She’s tough, but I think this really rattled her.”

“What are you two doing?” Ella asked as she walked into the living room and climbed on my lap.

“Talking.” I kissed the side of her head.

“About the wedding?” she asked.”

“Yes.” Sofia smiled. “We’re setting a date.”

“Yay! When is it?”

Sofia and I looked at each other.

“We’re still discussing it, sweetheart,” I said.

“Hurry up. I think it’s ridiculous that you’re taking this long to decide.” She jumped off my lap. “It’s not hard to pick a date.” Her eye narrowed at us. “I’m going to my room to study before I go to sleep.”

“You sound like your Uncle Conner!” I shouted as she ran up the stairs.

“The whole family thinks it, Dad!”

I chuckled as I picked up Nicholas.

“Wouldn’t any date be the perfect date?” I asked Sofia.

“Yes, and we need to pick one. I know we talked about waiting until things with the family settled down, but I think there will always be something with this family.” She smirked.

“I agree, babe.” I sighed as I leaned over and kissed her beautiful lips. “The studio is closed tomorrow, right?”

“Yes. Why?”

“Let’s go to the Beverly Hills Hotel and see their first available date after meeting with Ella’s principal. Whatever date it is, is the day we get married.”

“Sounds like a plan.” She grinned. “Let me just confirm with Charleigh first.”

“Why?” His brows furrowed.

“Tomorrow is her day off, and she offered to watch Nicholas while we meet with Ella’s principal.”

“You mean we could potentially have a day with just the two of us? No kids?”

“Maybe.” The corners of her mouth curved upward.

“Then perhaps I should get us a room at the hotel for a few hours.” My brow arched.

“I would love that.” Her lips brushed against mine. “I’ll go call her right now.” She stood up from the couch.

“And I’ll get this little guy ready for bed.”

I took Nicholas upstairs and pulled his pajamas from the drawer and a diaper. He smiled and kicked his legs as I lay him down on the changing table.

“You are going to make a brilliant plastic surgeon, little guy.”

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