The Cherished Wife

Charles's striking face loomed close, making her blink. She let out an awkward chuckle and touched her nose. "Charles, what's with the intense stare?"

A playful twinkle danced in Charles's eyes. "If you're so fond of kids, why don't we make one of our own?"

Make one?

Noelle's heart pounded a chaotic rhythm, and she blinked, her cheeks burning as she looked at Charles, particularly into those gorgeous eyes of his. She swallowed hard. "Well... I think it'll happen when it's meant to happen!" "So, my lady, are you saying you'd like to have one too?" Charles slid his arm around Noelle's shoulders, drawing her in.

Side by side on the bench, Noelle rested her head lightly against Charles's shoulder, peering up at his profile. "Uh..." Did she mean it? Maybe she had not considered it too much!

kids, and Brandon, with his cuteness overload, was no exception. Whenever she pictured her own future kids being as sweet as him, her heart just

Charles glanced over at the trio nearby, who

giggled. "You'd never guess Peter could be anything but Mr. Serious, but around Brandon and Tania, he's a totally different

on Peter, huh?" Charles teased, arching an eyebrow

to get Tania and Peter back on track. You don't get it, but growing up without a dad is

Noelle beamed, showing off the snaps she had just taken like they were her prized possessions. "Check it out, Brandon

sent them to Peter yet?" Charles cut in with a sudden

we're on 4G out here, and it eats up so much data.

gave a sly grin and casually slipped Noelle's phone into his pocket He then started toying with her