Liam Yancey curved his lips upward, his tall frame leaning forward to plant a kiss on her lips over their two children.
Tara Summer's cheeks reddened slightly as she gently pushed him away, "Go take a shower!"
The man, content and satisfied, stood up and headed to the bathroom.
Tara Summer lay on the bed, her fingers gently stroking the hair of the two babies, the jet-black strands were soft, and when they touched her palms, they felt like real silk, sliding into her heart.
She chuckled softly, propping herself up to look at the two darlings, who even in sleep were so cute like little angels, making them hard not to love.
"So well-behaved," Tara Summer whispered, kissing each baby on the cheek. The little ones' cheeks were rosy, their long eyelashes fluttering slightly, and their skin so delicate, as if water could be squeezed out of it.
