Chapter 129
Russell
I swear children can embarrass you to death sometimes. Luckily Jackson took no offense.
Now the two of them are seated at the low tea table with all her stuffed animals are arranged in a very serious semicircle. Moments ago she was suspicious of him; now she's lecturing him on proper tea-party etiquette while shoving a plush rabbit into his hands.
They're suddenly the best of friends.
It makes me smile a little despite myself, seeing the way he watches her, patient and amused. He really is a father. You can see it in everything — his posture, the gentleness of his eyes, the ease with which he keeps her engaged.
Just then, Harriet walks into the room, her hair pinned up and soft with exhaustion.
Love matches are rare in royalty, which is why I thank the stars every morning that Harriet and I somehow managed to find one another.
"He's asleep," she says, meaning our son. "Where is the new brother-in-law?"
