Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 918

He really went the extra mile, didn't he? Still had the energy to whip up a midnight snack and serenade her with love songs!

Sing away, sing all you want, as long as you're not tired, keep going. It's pleasant to the ear anyway, and she's about to hit the sack.

Elysia drifted off to the tunes of Tarquin's love songs.

Once she was deep in sleep, Tarquin adoringly gazed at her for a while, then tenderly kissed her forehead before carefully sliding his arm from underneath her head and got up.

He was too wired to sleep tonight.

He wandered into their baby's room, gently touched his daughter's face, checked her temperature, then adjusted the room's thermostat and humidity, sitting beside her crib to watch her sleep.

The baby was the spitting image of Elysia, still so young but undoubtedly going to grow up looking just like her mother.

"Why don't you look like daddy, huh?"

"It's alright, your mommy is beautiful. You're going to be just as beautiful when you grow up."

"Looking like mommy, having a personality like mommy, everything about mommy is wonderful, so you're wonderful too, baby."

Tarquin stroked his daughter's cheek, mumbling softly, his adoration growing by the second.

This is my daughter, he thought, I wouldn't hand her over to Keith even if it meant the end of the world!

"Just give daddy a bit more time. Once daddy takes care of the bad guys, our family of seven will never be apart again."

After spending a good while in the baby's room, he checked on the other four little ones.

After ensuring everyone was fine, he returned to the master bedroom.

Elysia was still sound asleep, oblivious to his absence.

Looking at his sleeping beauty, Tarquin couldn't help but smile.

Wife, children, a cozy home — this indescribable sense of happiness was beyond words.

He was about to crawl into bed and cuddle with Elysia when his phone suddenly rang.

He quickly silenced it.

The call was from Axel, and Tarquin frowned slightly; a call at this ungodly hour surely meant trouble.

He carefully left the bedroom and took the phone call in his study.