"What? You said..." Liam Yancey stopped in his tracks, turned to face her, his expression grave.
Seeing him look so serious, Tara Summer couldn't help but laugh and playfully punched him in the chest, "Don't be so solemn, you're making me nervous!... Actually, it's no big deal, I just wanted the kids to be flower children, Yancey, just imagine, if the two babies were to hold my wedding dress train, and enter the chapel with us, how wonderful would that be!"
Tara Summer had dreamed of such a scene countless times, waking up each time feeling incredibly happy and sweet, really hoping her dream would come true.
"You really hope so?" Seeing the intense longing in her eyes, Liam Yancey curved his sexy thin lips, his slender fingertips entwined with a strand of her hair by her ear, gently playing with it.
"Mhm," Tara Summer nodded emphatically, her expression resolute. "You say... is it okay!?"
