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

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

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

family's little treasure. Nothing could be allowed to

"Mom!"

reached out, wiggling to get free, her tiny hand pointing at River's car. She knew Mommy had gone out with Uncle River-and hadn't taken her or her

and ran up to Serenity.

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

arms

Maverick back and took her

clung to her, wrapping her little arms around her mom's neck and resting her head

a

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

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

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