The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love

Rosalynn chuckled, "Of course I'm taking you with us!"

"Awesome!" Molly beamed with joy, glancing back at the porch, "But I really should head back. I haven't finished my workbook yet."

"The ones Cory picked out?" Rosalynn inquired.

Molly nodded, "Dad said Cory is a genius, and he's not wrong. The workbooks he got me was super helpful!"

"Well, off you go then. But don't climb through the window, use the front door," Rosalynn gestured toward it, "And try to stay in the shade."

"Will do!" With that, Molly dashed off like a gust of wind.d2

"She's like a whole new person from when she first arrived," Wayne observed.

Rosalynn smiled, her eyes twinkling, "Isn't she adorable?"

Wayne's face was a picture of confusion. Adorable? Molly? That wasn't the first word that came to his mind. But if his wife thought so, it must be true.

"Babe!" Wayne looked up at Rosalynn.

"What?"

Wayne opened his arms, "Come here for a hug."

With an indulgent smile, Rosalynn walked over, and they embraced tightly.

"Wayne." she called him.

"Yeah?"

"Welcome home."

Wayne held her even closer.

A short while later, Paige and her husband, returning from a short jaunt to the clinic with Trista and Granny Owens in tow, arrived back home.

Paige was positively glowing with delight.

Holding up Trista for Wayne to see, she exclaimed, "Bet you hardly recognize her now! She's turned into a little chunky monkey! Trista, say 'Uncle Wayne'!"

Trista, already cranky from her shots and desperately sleepy, was jostled a bit by her mom.

Peering at Wayne, her little mouth turned down and her eyes filled with tears. Then she burst into loud wails.

Wayne, now dubbed President Silverman, was left utterly bemused.

Baillie scooped up his sobbing daughter, "She's tired. I'm gonna put her down for a nap."

"Sure thing," Wayne nodded.

"Honey, you've been amazing, sending you a big heart!" Paige gestured a huge heart shape with her arms.

Baillie patted Trista's back as they headed toward the bedroom.

Wayne was astounded, "Baillie's changed so much."

"That he has, under my impeccable influence!" Paige sat up straight, dramatically placing a hand over her heart. Then she added cautiously, "You've got all your memories back, right? Remember how you used to be a real piece of work?"

"Yep, all back," Wayne nodded. "Not only do I remember being a jerk, but I also remember how Mrs. Scott used to scurry away from me like a mouse from a cat. Mrs. Scott has also changed a lot, especially her courage."

"That's right!" Paige boasted confidently, "You haven't seen who's got my back now. Just Rosalynn and my husband alone are enough to bolster my courage!"

"Alright, you two, can't you have a conversation without fighting each other?" Rosalynn interjected with a warning look.

Paige, ever the affectionate one, clung to Rosalynn's arm and cooed, "Darling, I couldn't join the camping trip last year because Trista was too little, and Baillie and I missed out. You have to take me with you this time!"

A year into motherhood, the once wild and free-spirited Paige had not ventured far. Now, just the thought of travel had her salivating for adventure.