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 into

car had Maverick and Bethany racing out from the yard. "Young Master, Young Miss, slow down!"

the kids would trip or worse, that the

family's little treasure. Nothing

"Mom!"

her tiny hand pointing at River's car. She knew Mommy had gone out with

the car stopped, Serenity got out 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,

and 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 sister are my

arms

Maverick back and took her daughter

her little arms around her mom's neck

watched, a

for Mommy to carry the same

so unfair," River teased. "You only want your mom and

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