Fifty-six.

Elle POV.

I made them the coffee, I made one for me too, Devil and him like it black, but I prefer it as a café late, I made it all the way I like it, with just a splash of sugar. I made the mugs, placed them on a tray and moved back upstairs, they were both up, lazy bums taking forever to get up. I placed the coffee on the bed and started drinking mine as they did too, drinking theirs slowly, way too slowly.

I was jumping up and down in my place, I was so excited about this, but they looked more worried than happy, how are we going to do this, I had no idea but I wanted to do this, I’m so in. By the time they were halfway through their coffee mine was done, sitting and waiting like an overexcited puppy, oh a puppy, would they let me have a puppy.

“Elle” Nikolai starts.

“Yes daddy?” I answer with the most innocent voice I can master, I’m good at this, maybe I should try being a brat from time to time.

“I’m going to give you some time with Devil, I’ll be back later” he says.

“You’