10 years later
“Dada!” His little girl threw her arms up and tried getting away from Lydia, the nanny’s grip as soon as she saw Julian, that big smile on her face that she had clearly taken from her mother.
Julina was the little version of her mother, with her pretty brown skin, her little curls, except for the pretty emerald eyes, and Julian wouldn’t have it any different.
He loved both his girls with his entire heart.
“Honey.” He took her from the mid-aged woman’s arms and left a kiss on her forehead as she snuggled in his chest happily. Oh, she was a daddy’s girl; everyone had figured that out from the first day she was born. And now, one year later, she was just as smitten with her father as she had always been.
“I can keep her for a few more hours, my King. You have to welcome t
