Heartless (Chestnut Springs, #2)

by Elsie Silver

And I realize in that moment maybe I am heartless after all, because the beautiful girl with the copper hair grinning back at me right now is the one who stole it.

Daddy Eaton stole my heart! 💖

“Hey, Willa,” he says, turning my way. “Hey, Luke.” I wink at him. “Can I ask you something?” “Always.” His wide blue eyes take on an uncertain expression, and his lips press together. “What is the baby going to call you?” “Well, babies don’t talk, Luke, so I imagine they’ll just babble a lot of random shit.” He gives me a scoff and a little eye roll, looking like a dead ringer for his dad when he does. “I meant once they can talk. Will they call you mom?” My eyes travel over his face as I chew. I haven’t even known him for a year and still find myself marveling at how much he’s changed. “I imagine so, yes.” A sigh lifts and then drops his small shoulders as he glances down at his cookie. “Do you think . . .” He peers back up at me now. “Do you think it would be okay if I called you mom too?”