Betrayed, But Redeemed.
“You’re impossible.”
By the time we reached the toy section, Marcellus was in full Alpha mode. He grabbed an entire shelf of stuffed animals, insisting that the babies would love them. When I pointed out a soft, musical toy shaped like a moon, he picked up every one of them in stock.
“Marcellus, this is too much,” I said, though I couldn’t hide the smile on my face.
“Nothing is too much for you and our babies,” he said, his tone serious now. “I want you to have everything, Fiona.”
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