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.

pulled

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

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

the York family's little treasure. Nothing could be

"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

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

him tightly. "Mommy and Uncle River had work to do. It wasn't the right time to bring you

arms toward

back and

around her

watched, a

for Mommy to carry the same way. Suddenly,

so unfair," River teased. "You only want your mom and not your

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