I turn around when I hear her, bending down to watch my gold eyed little girl sprint across the yard and jump into my open arms.
“Momma!” She screams, giggling when I lift her up and spin her around. “Where you been, Momma?”
“Right here, baby.” I smile at her, tucking her dark brown hair behind her ear. “I'll always be right here with you.”
“Promise?” She folds her arms, pinning me with an attitude that damn near rivals mine.
I grin and look my beautiful four year old in the eye. “I promise.”
“Good. Can you make me a cake?”
I laugh and carry her back inside to give my girl what she wants. Cake, because it's the thing she loves most.
And she is mine.
My eyes fly open when I hear my phone buzzing on the bed beside me and I groan, forgetting the unwelcome dream and rolling over onto my stomach to check it.
Rachel: Bonfire on the beach by the pier tonight. Free drinks. Hot guys. Skinny dipping.
In the sea?
Callie: It's Wednesday.
Rachel: So? It's party time, bitch.
I laugh lightly because I swear this girl has no fucking chill.
I think I love her.
Callie: Meet you there at ten.
Noting I have a couple hours before I have to get dressed, I toss my phone on the nightstand and lie my chin on my hands, planning on staring out the floor to ceiling windows a while to kill the time. Not a moment later, my bedroom door flies open and one of the twins walks inside, grinning like an asshole when he eyes me in my tiny gray shorts and little white tank.
“Would it kill you to knock?” I roll my eyes, covering my exposed ass cheeks with one of the fluffy purple throw pillows on my bed. “I could've been fuckin' in here.”
“Why, is Damon in here?”
I glare and he laughs at me, tossing the pillow away to grab my hands and pull me up to stand.
“What do you want?”
“Aside from school and parties, all you do is hide in your room.” He informs me, dragging me over to the door. “Come chill with us.”
“Sounds awful.” I deadpan, squealing when he spins on me and bends to lift me over his shoulder.
I struggle and laughs lightly, grabbing my ass to keep me still. “Relax, sister. No one's gonna hurt you.”
“Eat a dick, fuck boy.”
“You keep sayin' that, imma start to think you wanna eat my dick.”
“I'll do a helluva lot more than eat it if you don't stop grabbing my ass like that.”
“That's not what you said when you passed out on my lap the other night on the balcony.”
I laugh when I hear the stupid grin on his face, shaking my head at him because no matter how hard you try to fight it, it's damn near impossible to stay mad at Kai Kingston.
He jogs me downstairs where the other two are sitting at the kitchen island, whispering to each other about fuck knows what. Wren hides a grin when he looks up and Damon does a double take at us, working his jaw when he gets a look at me and my outfit.