His Little Flower (Felix and Flora) novel Chapter 207

Chapter 207 

As I walked into our cory living room, I was greeted in the sweet sight of my husband playing with com daughter through the windows, casting a warm glow on their faces. My liesat swelled with love 

the law. The sunlight streamed 

My husband looked up and smiled at me, his eyes shining with affection. He beckoned me over, and I sank down beside them on the soft capet daughter giggled and crawled into my lap, smuggling close to me, I wrapped my arms around her, breathing in the scent of her baby shampon 

We spent the next few minutes just enjoying each other’s company, talking final laughing as a Lantly, My lustural leaned in and kissed me softly i lips, and I felt a neat rash of love wash over me, It was moments like these that made me feel so grateful for a little family. 

As the afternoon wore on, we decided to bake some cookies together. My husband and I took turns helping our daughter stir the ingredients, and she clapped her little hands in delight as we added the chocolate chips. The scent of besh baked cookies filled the air, and we all took turns sneaking; bites of the dough. 

Finally, the cookies were traily, and we all sat down at the kitchen table to enjoy them together. As we saved each delicious bite, I looked around my two favorite people in the world and felt overshelmed with love and gratitude. 

This was on domestic bliss, the simple moments of joy and togethemess that made life worth living. And I knew, as long as we hail each other, we would always find happiness and contentment in the little things. 

That night, after we put isla to bed, Julian and I decided to go out to get dauer, I sat across 

cross from my husband at our favorite restaurant, my heart beating a little faster as I looked into their eyes. We had been together for so long now, but I still felt a thuill of excitement every time we went out on a date. My hushand. I loved saying that. 

“You look beautiful tonight,” he said, reaching across the table to take my hand. 

I felt shy and smiled, my cheeks flushing red with pleasure. Thank you. You look pretty handsome yourself.” 

We spent the next few minutes chatting about our day, sharing little anecdotes and jokes. But as our meal arrived, the conversation turned more serious.