The Mafia And His Ex-Wife
Archer murmured, his voice husky with sleep as he pressed a tender kiss to my forehead.
I chuckled softly, turning to face him with a playful glint in my eyes. "Good morning to you too, Mr. Grumpy," I teased, poking him gently in the ribs.
Archer's lips twitched with amusement as he feigned offense. "Mr. Grumpy? I'll have you know that I'm the picture of happiness and bubbliness," he declared with mock anger.
I laughed, shaking my head in amusement. "Of course, darling. That frown that is always resting on your face is a frown of happiness," I quipped, punctuating my words with exaggerated air quotes.
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