My Husband's Son

nd date, and we walked down the a

e day when we fir

s Ava Nash," I in

eyebrows, and big eyes, along with a thick head of hair. Most importantly, his

e sat across from me, with his head b

trovert ma

es, some who immediately proposed improper things, others who were romantic and good-lookin

our first

I took a liking to

lly grasped my fingertips. Then h

he go, flying around all year round. I've met n

He still didn't dare to look u

ily, have lots of children,

ng surrounded by a bunch of kid

ny dreams, Kev

, fidgeting with his pants as he tried

finding his nervousness rather endea

voided direct eye contact. "No

n," I said with

After I smiled, he couldn't st

pretended to be angry.

ly shook his head.

I found him increasingly

me as a person?" I

mered, his face turning even r

s of kids, to play

Let's get married," I nodded,

me in disbelief, as if hap

ndered if I was being too

d so vigorously that i

?" The joy of teasing

arry

fell off my chair, and he j

standing up and exte

sed, instinctively taking my ha

ng against him, feeling weak from laughter.

I said, resting my head on his shoulde

" he considered seriously. "Besides, rent in other districts is too

on. "Driving is so convenient

his voice growing softer, "

I placed the car keys in his hand. "Ke

t up. He scratched his head. "I'm not very g

ave him a gentle kiss on the cheek. "If you

the passenger seat. "Let's go. We'll first go to your work

o everyone's surprise, two people with qu

our first daughter