—Mommy, why do you always make daddy’s cookies in the shape of hearts? —little Addy asked, her face covered in flour, just like Lucien, who was watching closely, waiting for the answer.

—Because I love your daddy very much. I love him with all my heart. And when you love someone, you must show it in every way possible. He has my heart, he is my heart. That’s why the cookies for him are always special. Because every time I bake for him, I give him my heart again and again, and I want him to know it.

—My daddy loves you too, right? Because he always gives you chocolates, and flowers, and lots of kisses. —Kate couldn’t help but smile at her daughter’s sweetness. She was about to respond when Bastien’s hands wrapped around her waist and he kissed her neck.

—Of course I love mommy too. She is my life. —Kate turned, and Bastien kissed her. When they finished, Kate playfully dabbed flour on his nose.

—My daddy loves my mommy a lot too. He’s always kissing her, hugging her, or carrying her. O