Love's Redemption
The promise of more gifts had the kids scattering like a flock of birds, rushing toward him with hands outstretched. Their boldness made it clear—Wade was no stranger here.
I sat up, smoothing my hair, still messy from the kids' ambush, and wiped my face, damp with their kisses.
Wade approached, handing me a tissue. "These kids can be a handful."
"They are, but they're adorable," I said with a smile. "Being around them makes you feel young again."