Bittersweet Melody (The Bittersweet Symphony Duet, #2.5)

by Kate Stewart

“I’m so fucking hard knowing the next time I come, it’s going to be to put a baby inside you.”

“Jr, listen, the only thing my son can’t live without is in tears in front of me. You, sweetheart, may have the Crowne name but are every bit a Butler. You inherited the trait of telling the brutal truth, no matter how painful or uncomfortable. You aren’t the only one who knows what you signed up for.”

“You’re both twenty-something idiots who think you’re something special in the world of marriage, but you aren’t the first people to promise each other you won’t make the same mistakes as others. That you’ll do it right, better, or differently. You are special because your

love and connection make you special, of course. But you don’t get to do marriage right, better, or differently than any of the rest of us. Sure, every marriage is unique, but you’re still both going to break promises, protect each other, and sometimes gut each other. You’re going to fall apart and come back together. Maybe even consider divorce a time or two, or twenty, and it’s just the fucking journey

of marriage. The question you need to ask yourself is, when is it too much? When do you walk away? If you can answer tha...

You two can fight this entire vacation and make good memories doing laundry. It’s not about time and place. There’s hope and expectations, and there’s just fucking living.”

when you think you’ve pushed me too far, or this space threatens to get in our way again, is ‘when will I walk away?’ The answer is always going to be the same…never.” Her tears further redden her face, and I gently pat them away with a cool rag she’s been using on and off for hours. “I love you,” she whispers.

“they hurt my wife and almost took a piece of her, and I’m not fucking okay with that.”

Easton Crowne the man that you are!!

“I just want you to know that I don’t remember a time when you ever let me down. When you were never really there for me when I truly needed you because you were. So, if you missed a little league game or two, it meant fuck all to me because you were there.

You’re a part of the best and most significant memories I have. And if and when we have a child of our own, I hope to fucking God that I’m half the husband and father you were and are.”

“How do you do that?” “Simple, you’re my favorite book to read, Beauty.”

Muero con este hombre Dios mio!!