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And while Kellan slept contentedly, I silently sobbed until there were no more tears to shed.
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE: MILA
After a restless night, I finally settled into a deep sleep around four. Although I felt Kellan leave the bed, I continued sleeping. Now as I started waking up, a feeling of being watched overwhelmed me. When I popped open my eyes, I shrieked and jerked back, tangling myself in the covers. Two little girls peered at me over the edge of the bed.
One had chestnut hair and dark brown eyes while the other had auburn hair with blue eyes. They continued staring at me with curious expressions. I knew they had to be the nieces Kellan had been playing princess with.
“Hiya!” the auburn haired one pronounced with a grin.
“Um, hello.”
“Is you Unca K’s girlfwiend?” she asked.
Oh God. Was I actually getting the third degree from a kid? Not to mention the fact that I didn’t know quite how to label our relationship at the moment. Whatever we were was far too difficult to try to explain to children.
When I didn’t answer, the girl’s lips turned down in a pout. “Mommy says it’s not polite to not answer.”
Great. Now I was getting guilted for my behavior by kids. “I’m sorry I didn’t answer you. I just woke up, and you two kinda took me by surprise.”
“You were sleepin’ awfully late,” she replied.
“What time is it?”
She shrugged. “I dunno. We’ve already had lunch.”
With a groan, I reached over to grab my phone off the nightstand. To my horror, the time read 12:30. “Oh my God. I can’t believe I slept so long.”
The dark haired girl tilted her head at me. “We wanted to wake you up earlier, but Mommy said you needed your rest. That you were tired because you were sad.”
A pang entered my chest at her words. “You’re mommy was right. I’ve had a lot of sad things happen to me lately.”
“You can pway pwincesses with us anytime you want,” the red head proclaimed.
“Oh, I’m sure that would make me feel better.”
The girls grinned. The redhead asked, “Your name is Mila?” “It is. What are your names?”
“My name’s Piper, and this–” she pointed to the dark-haired girl–”is Julianna.”
“It’s nice to meet you girls,” I replied while extending my hand.
After they both shook it, Juliana gave me a shy smile. “You’re really pretty.”
“Thank you. So are you.”
And she was. Both of them were. The Kavanaughs had amazing genes. Although the two looked nothing alike, they were positively gorgeous, and I knew they’d grow up to be stunning.
“How old are you, Julianna?”
“Four and a half.”
Flicking my gaze over to the redhead, I asked, “What about you?”
“I’m fwee.”
“Let me guess. Your daddies are Kellan’s brothers.”
Piper bobbed her head. “My daddy is Dare.”
