CHAPTER 49

Chloe sat next to me and hooked an arm around Milka’s waist. “Good cuddle?”

Milka squeezed our necks. “Mama, Dadda hug My.”

I met Chloe’s eyes and raised my eyebrows.

“She wants us to cuddle like we were before.”

Yeah, no. I didn’t fucking think so.

“Okay, okay.” I wrapped one arm around Milka’s tiny waist and the other around Chloe’s.

I tugged Chloe forward, and she stumbled, shrieking quietly. I laughed and slid my hand down to her ass once more. I forced her toward me until Milka’s practically squashed between us and hugged her tightly.

A sense of rightness overcame me.

This.

This was how it was supposed to be.

Both of them, both of my girls, wrapped in my arms first thing in the morning. Except they should be there last thing at night and every damn minute in between, too.

I wanted to hold them, breathe them in, be everything they needed me to be. I wanted to be the guy that turns up with flowers for the woman and a toy for the baby just because. I wanted to be the guy that change