DARE-TO-LOVE-TRUTH-AND-DARE-DUET-COLLECTION-by-Lylah-James-pdfarchive

with his signature Coulter grin. Four years ago, Logan
Coulter made me a mother. He was everything that his
father was. Stubborn. Bold. Strong And that Coulter
attitude? Oh, yeah.
The moment the nurse put him in my arms, he opened
his eyes, blinking at me with blues that were so familiar, I
knew he was going to be a problem. And I was right.
Logan was Maddox 2.0.
“Hi, Mommy,” another sweet voice joined the first.
I looked up toward the table, where my other baby was
sitting on the kitchen counter. He smiled at me; his face
covered in flour. He was my sweet boy. The much calmer
version of Logan. Quiet and perceptive, unlike his older
brother. Brad stuffed his tiny fist into his mouth and licked
whatever was on his hand. Chocolate, probably. Brad
Coulter had a sweet tooth, and, ironically, like his
namesake, his grandfather had had one, too.
“Mo-mmy.” With my heart full, I turned toward Maddox,
who had our hiccupping baby on his hips.
Levi Coulter, Brad’s twin. The prankster. Out of the
three boys, Levi definitely had more me in him than his
father. He liked reading, loved Disney and was the bubbly
one out of all three boys. Although he loved to tease, he
was quick to be serious. Oh, and he was obsessed with
mint-chocolate chip muffins.
“Good morning, babies. Are you making mommy
pancakes?”
God, they were all a mess. Flour. Chocolate. Whip
cream.
Brad nodded, shoving more chocolate in his mouth. Oh
sweet Jesus. Sugar rush, I could see it coming. I shot
Maddox a glare, before scooping up Brad and putting him
in his booster seat, away from the mess and the chocolate.
“Pancakes,” Levi agreed.
“Uhuh. How come you decided to make me pancakes
today?”