Chapter70

#Chapter70

3 years later.

/"Zoe baby, you can't eat daddy's pens/" I said walking over to my daughter fishing the pin out from her little fingers.

She presses her lips together. /"speaking of daddy we've got to go save him and your brothers/" I walked around and lifted her up into my arms. She threaded her fingers through my wet hair.

Zoe was our youngest and probably last child. She was only 18 months old and was the family's princess. She has definitely got an interest life ahead of her with her overbearing father and brothers.

I sorted her in the seat of the car. The car I was gifted on the day of our wedding. Zach had gifted me with a complete customisable range rover fit for us all.

/"when you're older you must find someone who you don't have to keep saving/" I said to Zoe, she just continued to shake her head to the music playing in the car.