Faith
Living as Mrs. Faith Sutton felt less like a fairy tale and more like learning to walk a delicate high wire.
The master suite on the second floor was a sprawling world of its own. My private bedroom was bright and spacious, furnished in soft cream and muted gold tones, but it opened directly into a shared private sitting room that sat between my quarters and Nicholas’s massive master bedroom. Heavy oak double doors locked off his room on one side and mine on the other, physical reminders of the legal boundaries we had drawn between us.
Yet, within forty-eight hours of the wedding, those formal boundaries began to blur under the relentless determination of a six-year-old boy.
Noah was taking his role as a son in a "real family" with absolute seriousness.
"Daddy says a family eats
