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เฉˆโœฉโ€งโ‚Šหš ๐Ÿ๐ฅ๐š๐ฌ๐ก๐›๐š๐œ๐ค ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฆ๐ž๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ž ! โ‹†ยทหš เผ˜ *

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เฉˆโœฉโ€งโ‚Šหš ๐‘๐ž๐š๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ž ! โ‹†ยทหš เผ˜ *

เฉˆโœฉโ€งโ‚Šหš ๐…๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐˜๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ฌ ๐‹๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ! โ‹†ยทหš เผ˜ *

๐€ ๐’๐Ž๐…๐“ ๐†๐‘๐ˆ๐ ๐’๐€๐“ on Lyla's lips as she looked at her husband and children in awe. The past couple of years had been stressful, but was mostly joyful with the family she has had surrounding her.

For instance, after the birth of her second child, which was a boy who they named ๐‹๐ฎ๐ค๐ž, the couple had found out a year later that they were blessed with another child, which ended up being a girl to who they named ๐“๐š๐ฒ๐ฅ๐จ๐ซ. However, Taylor did not remain their last child as two years after that, the couple were blessed with another baby boy, ๐‹๐ž๐จ.

Moreover, during those years, the blonde singer had managed to release two brand new albums, each having 15 tracks. The first album was more love songs about her husband and the second album was based upon herself and her family. To say, both albums were hits and had won multiple awards.

So as she sat on her sofa, the smile on her face never left as she watched her husband interact with their children. Honestly, still looking at her man gave her butterflies. He was insanely gorgeous and he definitely knew it.

"Love, you alright?" The Birmingham boy looked towards his smile, a smile on his face as he looked at his beautiful wife. The blonde nodded, a soft smile on her face as she watched her husband whisper something to their children. The brunette boy gently kissed each of his children's forehead before standing up and making his way towards the blonde.

"Hiya." Tom grinned, sitting down on the sofa beside his wife as she slowly tilted her head and rested it on her husband's shoulder.

"Hiya." Lyla responded back, a blush forming on her face as she looked up at the gorgeous man that was beside her, the two watching their four children playing.

"I can't believe we went from you writing a song about me to this." Tom teased, glancing down at his girl who went blushed even more.

"Okay, but can you even blame me for writing a song about you?" Lyla softly sighed, hugging Tom who hugged her back and shook his head. "I still remember the day we met all too well." The blonde spoke out as the brunette hummed.

"You know it wasn't your fault why you bumped into me." Tom responded, earning a confused look from his wife.

"What do you mean?" Lyla frowned, looking up at Tom who shrugged. "No, darling, you tell me right now what you mean." The blonde said. The brunette boy blushed before looking down at his children and speaking up about the night they met.

เฉˆโœฉโ€งโ‚Šหš ๐…๐ฅ๐š๐ฌ๐ก๐›๐š๐œ๐ค ๐ญ๐จ ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž ! โ‹†ยทหš เผ˜ *

Lights, Camera, Smile. That's all what wandered in Tom's mind as he had taken another photo for the night. Today was another event for the hunger games : ballad of songbirds and snake movie. Honestly, he had gotten a bit tired of it, but he did really love it.

As he stood with his hand wrapped around his co-stars waist whilst getting ready to take a picture, the Birmingham boy couldn't help but glance around the area he was in. As his eyes wandered around, they finally landed on the most prettiest girl he had ever laid eyes on.

She was wearing a long white dress that fit perfectly on her and she looked absolutely stunning as she posed for the camera. In Tom's eyes, it had looked like this girl had been doing all this for a while and she seemed like a natural at it. However, the only thing that was in his mind was how ethereal she looked and how he wanted to talk to her.

"Tom!" A photographer called out his name, making him look away and towards the camera where he smiled and took a picture.

As time passed on with multiple pictures taken, he finally went indoors and that was when he had spotted the gorgeous blonde girl from before. She was stood with her back facing him, so without thinking, the brunette boy walked towards her, and suddenly she turned around, crashing into him.

"Hey, it's okay. Relax." Tom calmly spoke up as his eyes locked with a pair of gorgeous blue ones. In that moment his breath hitched as he stared at the most beautiful woman ever. Snapping out of his thoughts, he asked her how she was

"I should be asking you that." She said as the corner of his lips tug up. The girl that stood before him was smaller than him, like a lot.

As Tom stared down at her, he whispered the words "Have we met?"

The blonde shook her head. "I'm pretty sure I would have remembered an attractive man."

Tom's eyes widened in surprise by her outburst before he let out a chuckle as he stared down at the flustered blonde, who had now smacked her hand over her mouth in shock. "You think I'm attractive?" He teased, a smirk on his lips.

"No! Yes! Wait, what is happening right now?" The girl rambled on, earning a laugh from Tom whose heart had instantly melted.

"I'm Tom." The Birmingham boy introduced himself, holding his hand out for the girl to shake. After a moment of silence, the boy spoke up again. "Are you going to introduce yourself or keep admiring me?" He cheekily added on,

Clearing her throat, she responded back. "I'm Lyla Rose." The girl shook onto Tom's hand, making the Birmingham boy feel a spark igniting between the two, and he loved it. For some reason, he never wanted to let her go, but the sound of another voice calling his name made her let go of his hand, earning an annoyed sigh from Tom.

"Yo, Tom, I've been looking for you everywhere. We have to go." Josh called out, making Tom glance at him before glancing back at Lyla. The boy nodded, following after his friend, but quickly turned around to face Lyla, a smirk plastering on his lips.

"It was enchanting to meet you, Lyla Rose."

เฉˆโœฉโ€งโ‚Šหš ๐…๐ฅ๐š๐ฌ๐ก๐›๐š๐œ๐ค ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐๐š๐ฒ ! โ‹†ยทหš เผ˜ *

"Why has it taken you so long to tell me that!" Lyla exclaimed, a shock look portraying on her face.

"I don't know!" Tom exclaimed, pulling Lyla closer towards him as he had missed her touch. The Birmingham boy softly kissed her cheek, a small smile on her face as she was still processing how Tom was really a mastermind, which had now given her a song idea.

"You're so lucky I love you." Lyla softly sighed, leaning forward and kissing Tom on the lips.

"Ewwww!!!!" The sound of their kids made Lyla and Tom quickly look at them, a smile on their face before they each let out a laugh.

"God, I love them so much." Tom smiled, before looking at Lyla and pecking her lips once more. "And I love you a lot."









































เฉˆโœฉโ€งโ‚Šหš ๐ˆ๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ฆ ! โ‹†ยทหš เผ˜ *

๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐š๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž๐›๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก ๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐—๐–พ๐–ฝ !

โ™ฅ ๐—…๐—‚๐—„๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐–ป๐—’ ๐ญ๐จ๐ฆ๐›๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ,๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ๐Ÿ”,๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ— ๐—ˆ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—Œ๏ผŽ
๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐š๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž๐›๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก ๐–ฅ๐—…๐–บ๐—Œ๐—๐–ป๐–บ๐–ผ๐—„ ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‡ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—†๐–พ๐— ๐—†๐–พ โค๏ธ

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เฉˆโœฉโ€งโ‚Šหš ๐ƒ๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ฅ๐š๐ก ๐’๐ฉ๐ž๐š๐ค๐ฌ ! โ‹†ยทหš เผ˜ *

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เฉˆโœฉโ€งโ‚Šหš ๐†๐จ๐จ๐๐›๐ฒ๐ž ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ ! โ‹†ยทหš เผ˜ *

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