Daisy Middlemist-Anderson
“Harold, Erald! Let’s go now!” I called my twin sons as I prepared their bags so they won’t complain while we’re at the venue. While I was busy packing up their bags, a pair of arms snaked down my waist and warm lips kissed my cheek. I don’t need to turn, because I already know who has the guts to do that behind me.
“Call our sons, Eric. We’ll be late.” I smiled and zipped up the bag before picking up the two, small bags and turned to kiss his cheek back. “They will mock us again if we’ll be the late ones again.” I chuckled as I watched him grin and sneak a peck on lips before pulling me in closer.
7 years ago, Eric and I sealed our fate and became a lawfully wedded couple right after we spent a year of working after we graduated psychology. And then seven mont
