Page 62 of In the Prince's Arms
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“This isn’t funny,” he muttered, though a smile tugged at his lips.
Natalie slid her arms around his waist.“Admit it.You’re proud.”
He looked at their boys, all smug grins and shining eyes, their determination a mirror of his own.Pride swelled despite himself.
Wrapping an arm around her, he kissed the top of her head.“I suppose we can eat on the floor for a while.”
Natalie chuckled.“Life with you is never boring.”
“No,” he said, pulling her closer as the boys whooped in victory, Ramzi gave an approving nod, and Sheik Amit grinned like the mastermind he was.“And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Life might be chaotic, but it was theirs—and it was perfect.
