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Click hereThe gifts were forgiveness, strength, and love.
Great story. This is my 2nd or 3rd reading. Is there any possibility of a continuation?
Re. the most recent Anonymous' post:
"So the DNA test was clear in regards to him not being the dad but I noticed when Elly read the papers, she didn’t mention Tyler as having a number. Just a small oversight I’m assuming"
My question: who is Tyler?
Couple 1 = Elly & David (Sr.) (Mother & Father): numbers 6 & 4
Couple 2 = (David) Junior & Amber: numbers 9 and 3
Couple 3 = Rickie (aka Erica) & Antonio: numbers 2 and 7
Couple 4 = Auston & Amanda numbers: 5 and 8
+ child = Jackson number 1
So the DNA test was clear in regards to him not being the dad but I noticed when Elly read the papers, she didn’t mention Tyler as having a number. Just a small oversight I’m assuming
At one point in the story I was so caught up in their love, I was afraid something bad would happen. I would hate you for that. Well, something bad happened, but you allowed their love to win. I loved you for that. KUDOS!
Even without the sex scenes this is an excellent story with a great twist. Still need a proof-reader, but this was great.
Holy moly, there we were, just driving along gently in our story, thinking we all knew our eventual destination, but then you opened a big box of whoop-ass-crazy, with secret weddings, SiL a ghost from the past and a possible kiddie in his future! You suckered us in, but it was worth it, you also made me laugh out loud with junior offering to make it a hat trick. Many thanks for both writing and posting, cheers Ppfzz. 5⭐️
Every time Frankie.
Every damn time...you leave me a sobbing, deeply satisfied mess.
I may have, well, ran outta batteries on this one.
Thank you!!!!
Every time Frankie.
Every damn time...you leave me a sobbing, deeply satisfied mess.
I may have, well, ran outta batteries on this one.
Thank you!!!!