Divorced With His Heir In My Belly
I glanced up at Tyler, whose dark eyes were already fixed on me, a slow, incredibly wicked smirk spreading across his face.
From the background of the screen, Mae’s voice rang out, laced with panic. "Leena! What did I tell you about repeating things Rosa says? Give me that phone, child!"
"It's okay, Mae," Tyler called out, his deep chuckle vibrating against my back. He took the phone from my hand, holding it steady as he looked directly at his daughter. "You tell Rosa that she's actually right for once. We are going to have a giant party. With the biggest cake you've ever seen."