"Wes Roman, the big bad billionaire sitting in a tiny seat with his two year old son at a kids restaurant

Beeze Simmons, the shy clumsy waitress who just happened to spill all of the contents on the tray onto Wes.

Ooo. I smell trouble. that's how Beeze's story began"

Flutter

"Daisy! Stop hitting you brother!' I chase the mischievous little girl as she smirks at me. "Wesly! Stop eating the cookie dough."


Why can't they be like Thomas, just sitting in his room with his iPad?


"Belle! What're you doing in the refrigerator! Oh my goodness, Charlie! Don't touch the fire!" I scream.


So I decided to open a daycare and this happens. Daisy was my kid but the rest, oh my lord.


"I'm sorry but right now you'll have to check in with the others." I murmur not glancing around, two hands snake around my waist and I gasp.


"That's too bad... I really would've loved to see my wife." I relax into Wes's arms and he chuckles, pressing a kiss into my temple.


"I think their parents sprinkled some drugs into their tea." I murmur grumpily and Wes's laugh boomed across the daycare, causing all the women to look, and drool as usual.


Epilogue