Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 1327

“I happened to make a bit too much spaghetti—why don’t you have some later? Just sit and relax, dinner’s almost ready,” Clayton called out as he disappeared back into the kitchen.

He didn’t act anything like a billionaire CEO—honestly, he reminded Tarquin more of a sweet grandpa who spent his days baking cookies for his grandkids than some kind of tycoon. There was no pretense, just warmth and kindness.

Tarquin felt a wave of comfort wash over him. He loved Elysia, and by extension, he cared deeply for her parents, Clayton and Pamela. The feeling was mutual; Clayton and Pamela loved him because he loved their daughter. It was the kind of genuine, wholehearted affection that made everything feel especially cozy.

Tarquin’s own parents, Kendrick and Elizabeth Gonzalez, had passed away when he was young. It had been so long since he’d really felt the love of a mom or dad. Watching Clayton and Pamela now, his heart felt full in a way he hadn’t experienced for years.

“Why are you two still up this late?” Elysia grinned, nudging her mother.

“We tried to sneak in after getting home,” she laughed, “didn’t want to wake Mom and Dad. But as soon as we walked into the living room, there was Dad—waiting right there on the couch.”

“Wait, he knew we were coming back tonight?” Tarquin asked.

Elysia shook her head. “Nope. He just said he had a feeling. Thought tonight was the night we’d show up.”

Clayton’s voice rang out from the kitchen, “I had a hunch this afternoon, so I prepped everything already—knew you’d be hungry when you got in! That’s what you call a father’s intuition, right? My daughter and I are just on the same wavelength!” He chuckled, and Elysia’s smile got even brighter, her whole face practically glowing with happiness.

Seeing her in such a good mood made Tarquin happy too.

He kissed Baby on the forehead and set her down. “Elysia, why don’t you hang out with your mom and the kids? I’ll go help Dad in the kitchen.”

He shrugged off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves, heading for the kitchen, only to be promptly shooed out by Clayton.

“Absolutely not! You go relax! I’ve got this under control.”

“Dad, really, I’m not tired—”

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