Happy Mother’s Day
Imagine Astor like going to the nursery to find his kids and Bryce is there, sleeping like an angel? But where is little Marigold?! He doesn’t even bother ASKING just starts hunting down her scent – maybe the first time he hasn’t known exactly where he is and the panic slowly rises until he hears a soft giggle and a coo. Finally thinks to enter his own bedchambers, where his lovely wife is on the floor fitting a new dress onto their daughter. “Something wrong, my King?” Elodie would ask – but no, so long as his two girls are safe there is nothing wrong.
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