Bethany wasn't much of a talker, but every time she called him "Uncle River" in that soft, sweet voice, River melted.

He honestly hoped that one day he could have a daughter just as adorable and lovely as his niece.

Serenity smiled.

That's what made Bethany so cherished-she was rare.

The York family hadn't had a daughter in generations. Out of the current batch, seven boys came first, and then finally, Bethany was born. She was adored by everyone completely surrounded by love.

Outsiders were always curious about what Bethany looked like. But the family protected her fiercely. The media had only ever managed to get photos of her

from behind never her face.

Serenity wanted her kids to grow up like regular children, not celebrities trapped in the spotlight from a young age.

they pulled

from the yard. "Young Master, Young Miss, slow down!" the nannies called out, hurrying after them. One scooped up

were terrified the kids would trip or worse, that the

York family's little treasure. Nothing

"Mom!"

at River's car. She knew Mommy had gone

and walked toward her children. "Mom!" Maverick wriggled out of the nanny's arms and ran up to Serenity. His excited little face turned pouty as he asked, "You

time to bring you

arms toward Serenity from the nanny's

gently handed Maverick back and

arms around her mom's

watched, a

getting big now-too heavy for Mommy to carry the same way. Suddenly, he was lifted into

Belle, you two are so unfair," River teased. "You only want your mom

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