I Took the Money and the Quadruplets Chapter 23

I Took the Money and the Quadruplets Chapter 23

In the end, I didn’t say yes. Not right away.

I accepted the ring, but I told Liam I needed time.

“All right,” he said, his voice steady. “I’ll wait.”

After that, Liam’s approach changed.

He stopped the grand, public gestures.

There were no more helicopters, no seas of flowers, no high-profile stunts designed to land on a magazine cover.

Instead, he started learning how to live an ordinary life.

Every morning, I would wake up to the smell of burnt pancakes from his first attempt in the kitchen. The second batch was usually edible.

In the evenings, we walked along the beach. When my legs cramped, he would kneel in the sand and massage my calves, his movements clumsy but earnest.

He came with me to every prenatal appointment, always more nervous than I was. Whenever the doctor pointed out the four tiny, fluttering heartbeats on the screen, he would fall silent, his expression a mixture of awe and reverence.

He also started reading to my ever-expanding belly.

Not fairy tales.

The Wall Street Journal and analyses of the crude oil market.

“Walker children need to be exposed to the language of business early,” he’d say with a straight face.

I laughed every time.

My parents’ attitude towards him began to thaw.

My father deigned to discuss art investment with him.