My Swiss Knife Her Scar His Wedding Day Chapter 04
They crashed into my arms, giggling.
Grant’s face went blank.
“Paige, these kids are…” He stared at their faces like he was looking for proof they weren’t hers. “Did you adopt them?”
That didn’t sit well with the kids.
The boy puffed out his chest. “You’re the one who’s adopted.”
The girl puckered her lips and hugged my neck. “Mommy, who’s this creepy guy?”
Kids say the truth.
Grant’s face drained of color. Even his lips shook.
“You… got married and had kids?”
I smiled and tucked a stray hair behind my daughter’s ear.
“Yep. Twins. My mom gave me the twin gene.”
“And their father is…”
“Not from your world,” I said simply.
Then I pulled the kids close. “Be nice. Say hi to him. He’s someone Mommy… used to know.”
“Hi, Mister!”
They didn’t love it, but they were sweet.
Grant reached for his pockets like he wanted to give them something. But his tailored suit didn’t have
any pockets. He didn’t know how to act around children. He just stood there, watching them climb all over
“Mommy, I learned to fold my blanket today! My teacher said good job!”
“I helped clean the blackboard! I’m better than her”
“Mommy, what’s for dinner?”
“Chicken fingers! Daddy promised!”
I answered them all with a smile, the fine lines at my eyes softening with their laughter.
Grant looked down. His long lashes cast shadows. The family scene seemed to sting his eyes.
“Paige,” he took a deep breath, “You used to be so high-strung. You couldn’t handle noise. Remember? I
promised you I’d never have kids in the house so you wouldn’t freak out.”
The kids were stuffing leftover candy into my mouth. My cheeks were full. I looked up, confused, and thought for a second.
“Did I? I don’t really remember. My husband and I love kids. If I didn’t think childbirth was so hard, he’d
want a third.”
Then I kissed each kid on the cheek.
Grant swayed a little. He started to say something, but his phone rang.
His phone had a big folding screen. I glanced over.
“Wifey” flashed on the caller ID.
Ariana’s voice came through fast, complaining about something.
Grant’s brow furrowed. Impatience crept into his voice.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming. You’re a grown woman. How can you not deal with this? Other people manage
to have kids and take care of a house at the same time…”
He said he was leaving, but his feet didn’t move.
I smiled and nudged him. “Mr. Bennett, it might rain soon. Better get home. And don’t forget-get those
brake pads replaced early.”
He grunted, shot me one more deep look, and finally got in his car.
I sighed in relief and was about to send the kids to play inside.
Then I saw Grant had left the Centurion Card on the counter.
I scratched my head.
So after work that day, I went to the police station.
“Officer, a customer named Grant Bennett left his card at my shop. Can you return it for me? I don’t have