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Special Chapter 10: Just Married

Author: Sand Kastle
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-06 08:49:26

The mansion was unusually warm that afternoon—not from the sunlight pouring through the tall windows, but from the sheer number of baby toys scattered across the marble floors and the smell of fresh food wafting from the kitchen.

For once, the dads had done it all. The long dining table was perfectly set, the centerpieces arranged, drinks poured, and dishes hot. The wives were banned from lifting a single finger.

“You’re the queens today,” Evan had declared earlier, with a dramatic bow. “No objections.”

Sarah and Julia didn’t argue, of course. But they feared for the quality of the food they were going to eat.

Outside, Isla and Theo were waddling around the backyard, giggling as they chased bubbles floating through the air. Sarah was lounging on the sun chair, sunglasses on and juice in hand, while Julia trailed behind the kids with a camera. The squeals of joy filled the air like music.

Inside, the kitchen was a scene of chaos. Evan wiped his hands on a towel and gave the roasted chi
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