Chapter Twenty Five
The sweet sound of humming birds had woken Christel from her slumber. Her eyes were still painful to open, but the rays of the morning sun was already passing through their glass window and kissing her husband’s cheeks.
Her lips curved upward to form a contented smile as she ran her fingers to his silver hair. She really didn’t know what he had seen in her the first time they met in a train station. All she knew was that night was too magical, and it had become the beginning of her own fairytale.
Christel lowered her face and brushed the tip of her nose against Yvann’s cheek. His natural scent filled her nose and made her eyes shut as she savored his husband’s fragrance. God. She’s one lucky girl to have him as her other half, and the father of their son and the litt
