Bittersweet Melody (The Bittersweet Symphony Duet, #2.5)

by Kate Stewart

“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.”

“Jesus, there’s not a woman alive that will ever compare to you. Not ever.”

So, the answer to the question you never outright asked me is that 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.”

“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.”

“No regrets, Beauty. God, I don’t regret a thing, so you don’t either, okay? All our mistakes led to this moment, don’t let anything take it away from you, or us.” “How do you do that?” “Simple, you’re my favorite book to read, Beauty.”