As Leyla slept, her face flushed a bit rosy, looking so pure and sweet.
Dylan wrapped his arms around Olivia but his eyes were fixed on Leyla.
Everything felt just right, he believed.
In this life, Leyla would likely be their only child.
And strangely, he felt content.
Leyla stirred in his arms, feeling a tad restless.
She turned to him, asking, âHow about some food? Iâm starving!â
Dylan nodded, smiling.
He gave her a light pat and whispered, âYou freshen up first, Iâll handle the mess Leyla made.
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With a grin, he headed out.
Dealing with kiddo chaos was a norm for families.
While some might pass the baton to others, he preferred to dive in himself during his downtime.
Leylaâs antics brought back memories of Oliviaâs own childhood.
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Library
Dylan stepped out.
Meanwhile, Olivia splashed her face, lost in thought as she stared at her reflection.
Her heart melted a Little.
She figured she might never resist Dylanâs kindness.
Dylan whipped up two meals â one for them and a special one for Leyla.
In honor of the special occasion, he even cracked open a bottle of red.
Sipping the tangy wine, Olivia felt it mirrored the bittersweet vibe between her and Dylan.
When he asked how it tasted, she flashed a small smile.
âItâs decent!â
Dylanâs eyes held depth.
âDecentâs just fine!â he said meaningfully.
Mid-chat, his phone buzzed on the table.
He glanced at it and silenced the ringer.
Olivia had a vague feeling who the caller was.
However, she sipped her wine, saying nothing.
Dylan, fearing her disappointment, murmured, âItâs just some insignificant client.
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