The Strawberry Patch Pancake House (Dream Harbor, #4)

by Laurie Gilmore

Archer couldn’t deal with any of it before he had had coffee.

Bahaaa me.

‘They’re unpredictable, and I feel like they’re always plotting something. And why are they always so sticky?’

Felt this fr. Lol

Old folks were fonts of wisdom. Small children were just …wild.

Iris was ready to bloom like all the little buds on the trees still hiding from the chill.

‘I’m pretty sure half of dealing with kids is just tricking them into doing stuff.’

Dangerous thoughts, Archer. She’s not yours to cook for. But when everything else felt like failure, Iris’s smile felt like success. He wanted more of it.

Too cute.

She liked relationships like she liked her chicken wings, hot and fast.

Wtf loll

Parenthood, man, what a mindfuck.

Parenthood was not for her.

She made his life better. Even when he felt like everything was falling apart.

‘You just showered.’ ‘Not everyone paints themselves when they paint a room,’ he said with a teasing smirk, his eyes roving over her paint splattered body.

Lollll

He never knew that so much of being a parent was just feeling helpless in the face of your kid’s struggles.

:(

As it turned out, she was right all along. Kids were terrifying and confusing, and she had no business taking care of one.

She’d never had the money to travel, but she had a list of places she’d love to visit someday. Italy ranked in the top five.

Like so good that an hour ago Iris was planning her ‘I quit’ speech and now she was considering declaring her undying love for this man and his food. It was concerning.

Together. As a family.

Olive was his forever. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.