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

out from the yard. "Young Master, Young Miss, slow down!" the nannies called out,

kids would trip or worse, that the driver wouldn't see Bethany

was the York family's little treasure. Nothing could be

"Mom!"

River's car. She knew Mommy had

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 didn't take me or my sister. Don't you love us

tightly. "Mommy and Uncle River had work to do. It wasn't the right time to bring you along. But of course I love you.

her arms

back and took

her little arms around

watched, a bit

big now-too heavy for Mommy to carry the same way.

Belle, you two are so unfair," River teased. "You only want your mom and not

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