Two years later
The Gulf mansion was loud with laughter.
At least the side of the mansion where Christian and Alora were raising their daughter.
It was the sound of a toddler squealing as she ran across the living room in nothing but a diaper and mismatched socks, her chubby legs wobbling beneath her and dark curls bouncing with each unsteady step.
Christian chased after her, barefoot and shirtless, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips and his eyes glowing with a kind of joy Alora wasn't sure she'd seen on him before Leora came into their lives.
He was obsessed with their daughter. And that was putting it lightly.
