61. A Little Anxious?

Naya's POV

I wake up the next morning to the screeching of car tyres and the loud revving of car engines.

I rolled to the window and peeked out to see two sports cars drifiting around one of the water fountains.

A tiny knocks lands on my door and I pull my nightwear over my breasts.

“Come in, Cookie,” I say.

The door swings open and she rushes in immediately.

“Good morning, aunt Naya.” She springs her energetic self at me on the bed.

I do my best to catch her and embrace her in a warm hug.

“How are you, Cookie?” I ask with a smile.

“Excited,” she cries out. “Come with me. Big bro and Henry want to race along the tracks.”

I turn my face to the window and a smile curls my lips.

“Alright, Cookie,” I smile and climb down the bed.

I brush and then change into one of Rowan's black sweatpants. It's long enough to reach my toes so I pull it up to my stomach.

I wear his black Ghost Rider shirt and it's towers over me, but surprisingly makes the fit.

Strolling downstairs with Cookie, we join