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And Luka was back to his usual self, almost as if last night didn’t even happen. I was thankful that kids had the ability to forget things easily. I knew that somewhere in the back of his mind, he still held those vile memories.

Katy and I joining as a unit to take care of him gave me an ounce of confidence.

Maybe I could do this after all, without worrying every second.

I could be the best father to my three children.

Even if I couldn’t, I would try till the day I died.

CHAPTER 32

KATY

One of my favorite tasks to do these days was to wake up early and make my men sugary treats and guiltily steal some or more thansomefor myself.

But the happy glimmer in Luka’s eyes and the small smile on Lan’s lips got to me more.

I wasn’t perfect at it. Baking was something the old Katy would never have imagined doing.

I liked it, referring to her as the old Katy.

The version that I was slowly trying to shed.

Trying, at least.

But I think I was doing a lot better. I no longer had those nagging thoughts of self-doubt, cruel comparison, need to seek validation, or the need to fit in.

Instead, I just was.

I did the things I like—the things I loved.

Just because.

No underlying reason other than… it made me happy.

That was my only focus. I didn’t search for special ways or fancy remedies. Instead, I surrounded myself with people who actually loved me, while disregarding anything and everything that made me unhappy.

I had added plenty of chocolate chips to my batter when Lan walked in, shirtless, showing off his hard muscular body while rubbing his sleepy eyes.

“Morning Lan,” I said sweetly as he hugged me from behind. “You’re up early.” Lan was a sleeper, and apparently, so was Luka. On the weekends, they both loved to sleep almost till noon.

Lan’s warm hands splayed over my belly. “Morning, angel,” his throaty morning voice whispered while he traced his pillowy lips over my neck.

I groaned, leaning into him as my fingers threaded through his hair.

Every part of my body felt hypersensitive, just a bare touch from the tips of his finger made me all achy and weak boned.

“You wet for me, angel?” He nipped the shell of my ear.

“No.” My confident words didn’t match the wanton need leaking out of my voice. I was definitely wet. These days, all he had to do was speak, and there was a mess in my panties.

Maybe I should enjoy my libido while it lasted and take charge to demand what I wanted.

“Why does it sound like you’re lying—”

“I am.” My voice came out more resolute than meek. “I am wet. What are you going to do about it?” I held a calm expression as I looked at him over my shoulder.

He grinned. “I’m at your command, Ms. Katy. Whatever you wish.”