Chapter 77 –  Slipping

(Anj’s POV)

“Wife?” Dylan glowered at Sky.

Selene giggled, brushing the strands of hair loosened from the ponytail I did. “You looked funny, Uncle Dylan,” she said and ran to her father. “Daddy, my hair,”

“Let’s talk about this later, Dylan. Not in front of my kids, please,” I glanced at Sky, squatting to fix Selene’s hair. I wish I could hear what he was telling her because she was nodding; her face glowed like a full moon in the excitement of what she was hearing.

I was beginning to become jealous because this had never happened before. Whenever there was a problem, it was always Mommy, not Daddy.

Sighing, I walked past Dylan, plastered a big smile at Mrs. Antonetta, whom I would only see now, and opened my arms to her.

“There’s the traitor!” She squinted her eyes and pouted at me.

“A traitor?” I laughed, pushing the brim of my eyeglasses as I embraced her. “Happy birthday!” I said, kissing her on the cheek.

Like any grandmother, my presence, whom she treated as her granddaughter, a