(Anj’s POV)“Just kill me, Sky,” I gritted my teeth, so furious at him that I wanted to hurt him.Steve begged us to talk in private and sort things out after my three children wailed as Selene told them the terrible news that their father wanted them to stay, just them, excluding the mom in the picture.We could have talked in some other places in the house, but he chose the bedroom, and I was too angry at him that I stomped my feet and walked upstairs. His bedroom had not changed a bit, maybe the linens or the curtains, but it was the same way I remembered it.He was quiet, just sitting on the edge of the bed, his elbows propped on his knees while his hands were on his head.“You don’t make the decision alone when it comes to my children, Sky,” I said angrily, and as I paced around his bedroom, my chest was in pain as I listened to them crying outside while Finn was trying to calm them.“I only said that because you scared me, Anj. I know you… You will outsmart me again and leave wi
(Anj’s POV)“What gift?” I asked again when Steve didn’t answer.“Let’s talk about it some other time when my son isn’t here,” he chuckled. He tapped his bedside, asking Sky to sit beside him, and when he did, he only held and squeezed his hand.Tears welled in my eyes, hating this moment like being part of his last breath. I took a deep breath. “Mr. Mars -”“Steve, please,” He cut it. “Dad would be much… much better,” he whispered and smiled at me.“Steve, then,” I chuckled softly. Calling him dad would be weird for me. “Olivia said just a short visit, and I haven’t prepared for this one-week stay. Would you mind if we go home and get some stuff for the kids and me?”“No. I’ll provide you with everything you need,” Sky cut in, gritting his teeth like he was ready to bite me.Leyanne gasped and looked at me. “But Nitro -”“And my homework -” Lyra Helene cut in.Sky looked at Selene, waiting for her to utter her concern.“I just want my Mommy,” she said, not smiling at him. “And you ca
(Anj’s POV)“What’s he doing here?”Dylan came in with a paper bag of groceries in his arms as Anya opened the door for him and beat her into asking the question.“Uncle Dylan! Aunt Anya!” My three kids rose to their feet and ran to them, puckering their lips as they kissed Dylan and Anya on their cheeks.I stood up, helping him with the paper bag. “Long story, but he has no plan of leaving for tonight,” I said as I walked with them toward the kitchen.“Where would he sleep?” Anya raised her eyebrows at me. “I’m not sleeping in your bedroom.” “Why would you sleep in my bedroom?” Dylan asked, turning to her.She sneered at him. “I’m talking to my cousin, Handsome. Not you. And why would I sleep in your bedroom?”He raised his hands. “Just asking, Anya. At least we’re clear on that.” He peeked at the kitchen door. “I’m cooking grilled chicken and baby potatoes. Who wants baby potatoes?”“Me!” Selene raised her hand and chuckled.“I do!” Leyanne and Lyra Helene said altogether, causing
(Sky’s POV)Hate…Yes, we must have loathed each other at this time because I could not stop myself from kissing and touching Angela. Perhaps she couldn’t bear my presence because her hands clutched my shirt as she kissed me back.I caught her hands and pushed her back gently at the closed door, pinning her hands above her head as I deepened the kiss. Her mouth released a short sigh when my hand groped under her camisole, freeing her beautiful breasts from being imprisoned in her bra.“I hate you, Sky,” she moaned in my mouth.“I hate you, too, pumpkin,” I whispered, releasing her hands to lift the hem of her shirt, but the powerful soft knocks on the door stopped me.“Mommy,” It was Leyanne’s voice. “Aunt Anya is asking if you’re done operating Dad’s hand?”I closed my eyes and chuckled quietly.Angela cleared her throat. “Yes, baby.” She took a deep breath, fixing herself before opening the cabinet. “Tell Aunt Anya and Uncle Dylan I’m almost done.” Her hands were trembling as she ap
(Sky’s POV)“Say it, Anya,” I said, not looking at Anya as I joined them for dinner.“Nothing,” She shook her head, smiling wickedly as she ate, but as she chewed her food, she kept looking at the band-aid on my finger.“You envy my band-aid? Angela has plenty in the cabinet,” I said, ignoring her again.She chuckled. “I was just wondering how many stitches Anj did, that’s all.”Angela rolled her eyes. “Anya, it’s a small cut,” she hissed.“That’s exactly my point,” She turned to my daughters, pretending to glare her eyes at them. “Cover your ears.” My children raised their hands and did what she told them, covering their ears. “What took you so long?”“We can still hear you, Aunt Anya,” Selene giggled.She grinned. “You must have powerful ears,” she winked at them, putting her index finger to her mouth, gesturing them to keep quiet.“She did ten stitches on my finger,” I said, looking at Selene, hoping she would smile at me, too, but she lowered her gaze.“I’m sorry, Daddy,” Lyra He
(Sky’s POV)Sleeping in a small old bed was worse than waking up with a hangover, but when I saw my little angels walking and making noises in the early morning, this one was a treasure, much better than Frank’s or Catherine’s good news about the company hitting the goals.“Wake daddy up,” I heard Angela saying to one of our daughters.I groaned but smiled when two of my daughters dove into me as if I was a swimming pool. “Ugh!” I groaned. “I think they hit my -”“I hope not the -” Angela cut in worriedly.“Ribs,” I continued, smiling naughtily at her.She rolled her eyes at me. “That’s what I’m about to say, Sky. I hope not the ribs,” When she smiled, Leyanne and Lyra Helene giggled, pulling me up from the bed. “Don’t hurt Daddy. That’s my job,” she said, kissing Selene. “You all want to go to school today?” “Uh-huh! Uncle Dylan said Teacher Joy will teach us the spelling of words today,” Selene answered while her mother combed her hair.“Daddy,” Leyanne said, “Teacher Joy is a good
(Anj’s POV)One clear line. Another faint line.I swallowed hard as I closed my eyes. It was still early to conclude, but when I opened the cabinet and saw the unwrapped sanitary napkin, I realized I hadn’t had my monthly period, which was supposed to be this week.Maybe I was stressed or too anxious because of everything that had happened between Sky and me. Sweating, I threw the kit and washed my hand as I counted back the days when Sky and I started enjoying the pleasure of lovemaking and thought of instances when my beloved menstrual cycle had changed or been delayed, but I couldn’t think of one except when I got pregnant.My eyes blinked perhaps more than three times in a few seconds. For someone genius like me, when it comes to Sky, I become stupid.After inhaling and exhaling, I opened the door, startling Sky and me. He was about to knock when I opened the door, and I wasn’t expecting him to be there.“And?” His eyes were wide and expecting, although I wasn’t sure if he wanted
(Sky’s POV)Angela was lying on the couch across from where I was sitting. Since there was another entrance to Anya and Dylan’s office, she found it okay to enter their office not wearing proper clothes appropriately. She was wearing denim shorts and a pink V-neck cotton shirt, her head on the throw pillow, looking relaxed as she read the magazine.My eyes couldn’t take away from her face down to the perfect curve of her mounds. When she raised her hand to flip the page, my eyes flickered to her belly. Flat belly. I sighed, glancing at my smartphone when she looked my way, smiling wickedly as her mouth was busy sipping straw from a chocolate tetra pack she found in Anya’s office. She crossed her legs, and I almost groaned, wishing those legs would wrap my hips again as she arched her hips to me.I breathed out, focusing on Elenita’s message, asking me what time we were coming because Dad kept asking her. I raised my head when Dylan entered the office, causing me to narrow my eyes when