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Ruthless Daddy; His Bratty Little Girl Our Loud House
Daphne's POVEPILOGUEMonths LaterThe house is loud before I open my eyes.There's a thump from the stairs, then a shriek, then Eli's voice saying, "It's not a *horse,* Lily, it's a dog, you can't ride it." A bark answers him, high and delighted. Somewhere down the hall, a floorboard creaks under a heavy tread. Next to me the bed is empty and still warm, and from the nursery comes a low, unhurried murmur that I'd know in my sleep.I lie there a minute with my eyes shut, listening.It's been months since the hospital, and I still wake some mornings braced for something to be wrong. A pain, a number, a phone call. Then I hear a dog skidding across a hardwood floor and a boy shouting about a chart, and the bracing goes out of me a little at a time.The nursery door is open. Julian stands by the window in an undershirt and pajama bottoms, with our daughter against his shoulder, swaying in a slow circle. She's awake, her dark eyes wide, one fist wound into his collar. He's talking to her
Ruthless Daddy; His Bratty Little Girl Part Of Us
Julian's POVDr. Chen turns the screen toward us and says the words before either of us can ask."There is no sign of disease."I've been listening for these words for months, in this office and others, and I'm unprepared for how quiet they are. Nobody gasps. The scan glows gray on the monitor, a map of my wife's insides that I've learned to read badly. Daphne sits very straight in the chair beside me, one hand resting on the great, solid curve of her stomach, and for a moment she doesn't move at all."Say it again," she says."There's no evidence of cancer on this scan, or on the bloodwork." Dr. Chen takes off her glasses and sets them down. "I won't tell you we're finished. We'll keep watching, closely, for a long time. But today I can say the clearest thing I've said to you since we met.""And my liver?" Daphne asks."Doing what a liver does. It's grown to fit you." She glances at me, and the corner of her mouth lifts. "So has his. I've seen both. They look like they've always belo
Ruthless Daddy; His Bratty Little Girl Four Hundred and Thirteen
Daphne's POVThe barn doesn't look like itself.Somebody has hung strings of bare bulbs from the rafters in long, sagging loops, and the new pine walls glow honey-gold under them. The long tables are laid with white cloth and mismatched candles. Layla's cousin has outdone herself with the centerpieces, small jars of dried grasses and winter berries, and a long board of food is being carried in from the farmhouse by what appears to be every guard on the property. Someone has put a very large pie at the end of the head table. A card is propped against it, in Layla's rounded handwriting: *IN SPIRIT. ALSO IN FACT, BUT NOT FOR YOU.*I laugh until my side catches, and Julian's arm comes around my waist."Careful.""She made me a pie I can't eat.""She made you a pie you can look at, which is a different gift." He kisses my temple. "Everyone's waiting."The dinner is loud, and warm, and nothing like the grand affair on that first list. There are thirty-one chairs and every one of them is ful
Ruthless Daddy; His Bratty Little Girl The Perfect Wedding
Julian's POVThe violin plays eight bars, and I forget all of them.I'm standing under the oak with my hands clasped in front of me, so hard the knuckles ache, looking at the far end of the white rows. Luca is on my right, as promised, in a black suit that makes him look like a closed door. The officiant stands a pace ahead of us, a gray-haired man in a plain gray coat with a small book he hasn't opened. The light is low and gold. It comes across the frozen grass at a slant and catches the breath of every guest as a thin white smoke.Layla comes first, in a hat the size of a cartwheel, crying already, walking as if the brim might take someone's eye. Hulio's wife is in the front row on the right, a handkerchief clenched in her fist. Hulio sits beside her, straight as a post, his stick across his knees. At the very back, in the last chair, a woman in a dark green dress has folded her hands and bowed her head. Katrina came. I look at her once, and she lifts her eyes, and neither of us sa
Ruthless Daddy; His Bratty Little Girl Something Borrowed
Daphne's POVLayla wakes me at six with a hat.It's cream-colored, wide-brimmed, with a ribbon the exact shade of the moonstone, and it sits on the end of the bed like a small, elegant planet. She stands over it with her arms folded, still in her pajamas, her hair in a towel."My cousin finished it at two this morning," she says. "I told her it had to look like the plate. She said it was a good plate. She said it deserved better.""It's beautiful.""It's *enormous.* I'm going to take out someone's eye." She picks it up and puts it on, and the brim dips over one eyebrow. She turns her head slowly, as if testing for obstacles. "I'm a very large person today. Don't let me forget."I laugh, and my side doesn't mind. The room is full of gray, early light. On the back of the door hangs the garment bag, still zipped. I've been careful not to look at it since the fitting.We drive to the ranch with Luca at the wheel and the dress laid across the back seat under a clean sheet. Layla holds the
Ruthless Daddy; His Bratty Little Girl The Chair At The End
Julian's POVThe new barn smells of cut pine and lantern oil, and Eli is counting.He's standing between two rows of wooden crates stacked against the far wall, a tape measure around his neck and a pencil behind his ear, moving his lips. The long tables have been carried in and set end to end under strings of bare bulbs. Hulio's wife has covered one with white cloth and is arguing with Layla's cousin about the centerpieces. Out in the meadow, the last of the light is going, and a line of my men stand along the ridge like fence posts."Four hundred and twelve," Eli announces."Four hundred and twelve what?""Lanterns. I've checked each crate. Twice." He looks at me over the lid. "You said it involves a sky.""I said it might.""It's four hundred and twelve paper lanterns, Julian.""It's one for every name on the first list." I lean on a crate. "The one I wrote for the cathedral. I couldn't put them in a ballroom. I thought I could put them in the sky."He stares at me. "That's insane."
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