Rosalie’s face flushed red when Byron hugged her intimately before the kids.

“Yeah! We’re still kids. Mommy, you can’t be mad at us.”

Since their daddy spoke out for them, they were less afraid and quipped.

They were also intelligent and obedient, so they covered their eyes and turned around when their daddy hugged their mommy.

“It’s getting late.”

Rosalie struggled to break free from Byron’s hug. “The kids have to go to school tomorrow. Let’s go to bed early.”

Byron let go of Rosalie and