The Villainess Needs a Hug (Ivy Windsor) novel Chapter 920

"When I was waiting for you earlier, I looked through my photos. We barely have any pictures together. It's just endless shots of our two little terrors."

Ivy understood instantly. She nestled snugly against his chest. "Then let's take a bunch. Just make sure you get my good side."

"You look stunning from every angle."

Jamison snapped the first picture, and Ivy immediately stood on her tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek, capturing several more frames.

"Come on, there's a cotton candy stand over there! They make those crazy animal shapes. Let's get one as a prop."

At his wife's command, Jamison obediently marched over.

Armed with a massive, duck-shaped cloud of sugar, they posed for dozens of silly, carefree photos.

Jamison even flagged down a passerby to snap a few full-frame shots of them together against the city lights.

If he was destined to leave her before they grew old, he wanted to leave her with as many beautiful memories as possible.

Right in the middle of their laughter, Ivy's phone began to ring.

She pulled it out and rolled her eyes. "It's the nanny. I bet the boys are still awake and raising hell."

The moment she answered, the nanny's frantic voice came through. "Ivy, when are you and Jamison getting back? The boys refuse to take their bath. They're screaming for their dad."

Even over the phone, the chaotic background noise sounded like someone was wrestling wild animals.

Ivy shot Jamison a look. "Your sons are demanding you bathe them."

Jamison checked his watch. It was already nine-thirty.

With the drive back taking an hour, it was time to head home anyway.

He held out his hand, and Ivy passed him the phone.

"Put it on speaker," Jamison instructed. The nanny quickly obliged, trying to shush the boys.

"Daddy!"

"Dad! Why aren't you home yet?!"

"Daddy, I'm a big boy! The nanny can't give me a bath!"

"Dad..."

The twins wouldn't shut up about their father, completely ignoring the fact that their mother existed.

Ivy felt a strange mix of relief and petty jealousy.

Jamison adopted his sternest dad voice. "It's late. Let the nanny wash you tonight, and I promise I'll come home early to play with you tomorrow."

"No! I want you today!" Denis's tiny voice was dead set.

"Daddy has to spend time with Mommy tonight," Jamison reasoned smoothly.

Ivy shot him a look, half-flattered, half-exasperated.

"Mommy isn't a baby! She doesn't need a babysitter!" Floyd chimed in.

"Who says she isn't? Mommy is my baby," Jamison countered effortlessly.

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