She saw through his lie but kept quiet.
Sometimes, in grown-up relationships, a little naivety went a long way.
If she dwelled on things too much, sheâd never last a day with Dylan.
Even after dinner, Leyla snoozed on.
Dylan tackled the cleanup while Olivia stuck by the Leylaâs side, admiring her features in the Lamplight.
Voices drifted in from outside the bedroom.
Olivia figured it was Gina on the line, bugging Dylan once more.
Dylan took the call.
Without paying much mind, Olivia stayed by Leylaâs side, patiently waiting for her to stirâ¦
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Around midnight, Leyla finally stirred.
Warming up under the covers, she snuggled closer to Olivia, eager to chat.
Olivia leaned back.
She met Leylaâs bright eyes, asking softly, âWhatâs on your mind, sweetie?â
Leyla curled up, inching into her momâs embrace.
With wide eyes, she murmured, âCan I call Uncle Dylan my dad? He feels like my dad.
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Olivia gently cupped her daughterâs face.
Before she could answer, Dylan entered.
He tidied Leylaâs unruly curls and planted a kiss on her cheek.
âFrom now on, you can call me daddy!â
Leyla hid behind her hands.
Blushing, she buried her face in Dylanâs shoulder.
Dylan held her tenderly, and then glanced at Olivia with affectionâ¦
This longed-for happiness had been a dream since they had tied the knot.
And today, it had finally came true.
Olivia slouched against the bedâs headboard.
Her exterior seemed soft, but inside, she wasnât as chill as Dylan.