Chapter 565 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

Seeing her pink blush, he promptly threw the document away.

“I’ve been waiting for you for an hour, and you finally come to seduce me now?”

With those words, Diarmuid reached out and pulled Abigail by the waist.

“Ow…” She gasped in surprise and felt his lips on hers before she could continue.

Then, vaguely feeling the hand reaching across her body, she held it down and pretended to protest, “What are you doing? You’re really…”

Diarmuid said nothing and merely kissed her more delicately!

Unbeknownst to them, a violent wind brewed outside, kicking up a storm of leaves.

Most of Abigail’s clothes were loosened before she knew it, but just as things were starting to get heated up, the door opened with a click!

“Mommy! The wind… I’m so scared…” Tommy was suddenly running toward them with his blanket. Being barely a few years old, being woken by sudden stormy winds was certainly terrifying!

“S-Stop!” Abigail’s eyes widened at her son’s voice.

Lowering her gaze and seeing that her chest was bare, she promptly pulled up the blanket to hide herself in the heat of the moment!

Then, smiling awkwardly, she shoved Diarmuid aside and called out, “Oh, Tommy!”

Diarmuid remained dressed—only the two topmost buttons of his shirt were loose, vaguely baring his muscular chest.

As Tommy blinked at him, Diarmuid patted his head and said, “You really can’t sleep?”

That certainly was not the case since Tommy has been relatively independent, but the boy was just feeling needy.

He smiled, baring his rows of stark white teeth and chuckling slyly. “Yeah. I’m so scared.”

In reality, however, he was fearless—and he certainly could lie without a script.

Nearby, Abigail’s cheeks were still weirdly flushed, but she managed to straighten her clothes under the blanket.

Tommy kept pretending to look afraid, tugging on his own pajamas as he groaned, “I’m scared-the wind’s howling!’ommy eaped toward her and scrambled on top of the bed on both knees. wobbling a litte from the bouncy mattress. “This bed is so sof.

Yes.” Tommy smiled and snuggled into her arms.

Tommy promptly held his arms at his hips. “Of course! learned a lot from Eagle!

Diarmuid nodded as Tommy rolled around the bed, even climbing over his back. “Daddy, you never give me piggybacks.’

“Alright,” Diarmuid said. “You get one ride.”

Diarmuid and Abigail certainly felt like they owed their children who lacked company.

Thankfully, Abigail was spending more time at home now, though Tommy was getting more mischievous as she took care of them.

Getting out of bed, Diarmuid carried Tommy around the room while he happily waved at Abigail. “Mommy.”

Abigail smiled. “Are you happy now?”

Tommy nodded repeatedly, and as Diarmuid returned him to bed, Tommy bugged Abigail to read him a story.

Abigail patted his head and asked, “How about some nursery rhymes?”

As Diarmuid glanced at her, she took out a book and passed it to Tommy, who flipped through it.

Finding the book interesting, Tommy suddenly pointed outside and exclaimed, “Pitter patter!”

“Pitter patter, pitter patter, listen to the rain!”

Tommy appeared interested as Diarmuid read it for him, and the boy pointed outside and exclaimed, “That’s what we’re hearing outside… I like nursery rhymes, Daddy.”

Abigail smiled mildly. “As long as you like it.”

Tommy then lay down and wrapped himself in the soft blanket, his little legs lifted into the air.

Just then, Diarmuid’s phone on the table rang.

Seeing that it was James and probably about work, he picked it up. “I’m taking this.”

Abigail nodded. “Go on.”

She lay with Tommy and read it for him, “Home! Home! Sweet, sweet home! There’s no place like home!”

“I like this, Mommy,” he said, pointing at the last part. “There’s no place like home—does that mean missing where we used to live?”

The boy was quite smart for his age, and Abigail smiled. “More or less.”

“I miss home too,” Tommy suddenly said.

“Don’t you like it here?” Abigail asked.

“I do,” he replied and suddenly thought about it before adding, “But I miss home sometimes.”

“That’s normal,” Abigail told him—such was nostalgia, and it inevitably occurs when one has fond memories.

“Oh, I should sleep,” Tommy said as he picked up the book.

Abigail hugged him just then. “You can sleep here.”

“I can’t,” he replied—he had not slept with anyone else for the longest time, and he might not fall asleep if he had to share a bed with them.

As Abigail released him, he picked up his book and briskly slid off the bed. “Goodnight, Mommy!”

Diarmuid returned just then, and he stared at Abigail quizzically when he saw Tommy leaving.

Abigail shrugged—the boy was just too old to sleep with then.

As abigail staved in bed. she asked, “lf Erin has a daughter, do vou think we could have her as our daughter-in-law?!

After all, even if Erin and Diarmuid were actually unrelated, she was stil his half-sister and Tommy’s aunt. That would be totally inappropriate.

“Do you want a daughter?” Diarmuid asked.

Diarmuid locked the door just as he turned to look at her, and he approached her slowly and deliberately.She remained slender even after having two sons, and he felt like he could snap her if he got a little roughHurrying to get out of bed, she came up with an excuse. “l’m going to check on Baby.”

“Let’s have a daughter.”

Abigail felt herself being scooped up in an instant!

When she came to her senses, she was already thrown on the bed. The mattress was so soft she seemed to sink in when she landed on it!

As he leaned over her, she could feel him shrouding her.

“I love you, Abigail.” Diarmuid breathed into her ear.

Abigail wrapped her arms around his neck and replied mildly, “Me too.”

“You should be saying ‘I love you too’.” Diarmuid chuckled before turning serious. “Abigail.”

“Yeah?”

“Just wanted to say your name.”

As he buried her in kisses, a storm of passion as violent as the one out side brewed!

---