Vanya's POVSaturday rolled by slowly and soon it was time for the twins to meet their new nanny. Calling Emily a nanny felt very weird, especially given her history. I can't believe that I felt apprehensive about introducing Emily to the boys. All their life the care they have gotten has come from either me or Marco and Emilia. It suddenly felt too personal bringing another person into the equation. But it's too late thinking about it now."Are you sure about wearing that?" I asked, turning to glance at Emily briefly. I returned my eyes to the road after getting a glance of her outfit. Still the same. "Yes." She replied simply.I don't know what I was expecting her to change into, although at the back of my mind I had expected her to wear something more child friendly, maybe like some lighter colors or a leggings and a simple blouse."Can I keep my gun in your car?" She asked.It took every ounce of control inside of me not to hit the brakes and whip my head to look at her. Instea
Vanya's POV:"We're sorry Miss Emily," The boys said in unison, their voices sounding sincere enough. "We won't try to hurt you in the future."Oh my goodness. Boys and their expensive pranks. That ball would have hurt a lot if it had hit me right in the face. And maybe Emily was right, maybe they would have loved her weapons. But there's no way I'm introducing four year olds to a world of real guns and knives. We all sat in the living room the boys huddled together and having solemn looks on their faces. Emily sat close to them, her eyes watching them curiously. "Here's some snacks," Emilia's voice called out. She emerged from the kitchen with a tray of tea and lemonade for the boys. She placed it on the centre table, her eyes moving to Emily. "Emily?" She called, shock in her tone.Emily rose to her feet. "Emilia," She said with a small bow. When she raised her head she had a terrified expression on her face but it was gone faster than light, maybe I had imagined it. "It's a surpr
Vanya's POV"Oh no, we're all out of pasta." Emilia groaned, staring at the empty cabinet. "Looks like dinner will come late today." "It's fine," I washed my hands off, putting a lid over the chicken I had finished seasoning. "I'll run to the store real quick and get it. ""Thank you vanya," She said with a grateful smile. "You're a love. Could you also get some wine? We ran out.""Oops," I chuckled. "That would be my fault."She Shook her head, a smile on her lips. "Go now. Or else the twins will tear down the house and demand to be fed.""I think you spoil them too much, aunty Emilia.""What can I do? I love them as my own."Her words had me thinking a lot. I hadn't ever bothered about it before, and it's like it's just hitting me now that Marco and Emilia don't have children of their own. I don't dwell too much on it. Instead I left the kitchen and headed to the grocery store. The closest one is a good thirty minutes drive away, courtesy of Marco's house being in the middle of t
Vanya's POV"Are you okay?"I lowered the bottle of wine from my lips and turned to look at Marco. He was dressed in pajamas, probably about to go to bed. "I'm fine." I replied, bringing the bottle back up to my lips. He walked out and came closer to me. "That's a lot of bottles," He said. I turned and looked at the bottles of wine strewn on the floor beside me. "I'll get more tomorrow." I said, chugging down more wine. I could barely taste the wine against my numbed tongue. I can't tell how many bottles I've chugged down. I can't even feel the alcohol. Sometimes I wish it was easy to get drunk. But unfortunately I have high alcohol tolerance. "Can I join you?" Marco asked."Sure" I replied with a noncommittal shrug. He sat beside me on the floor, leaning his back up against the wall. I passed the bottle to him which he kindly declined. I turned my gaze back to the night sky filled with stars. My thoughts are everywhere and nowhere at once. I can't even start to process what I f
Cian's POV:I watched the search bar come up empty for the second time even after I had used a different set of keywords this time.Vanya Jacob. I couldn't find her online. No Instagram, no Facebook, nothing. It's like her life didn't exist online. Or maybe it had all been wiped away, I couldn't be sure.I searched again, to be sure.No search results found.I sighed, running my fingers through my hair. This is really annoying. Why can't I find anything about her?! Anything at all!Behind me I heard the bed rustling, a sign that Josephine was awake. "What are you doing up this late?" She asked, her voice still sleepy."Working." I answered, typing out a new set of keywords. "Go to bed. I'll join you soon.""You said that fifteen minutes ago." Josephine whined. She tapped his side of the bed aggressively. "Come on baby, come to bed with me."I didn't reply. Again no search results found. I sighed in frustration and slammed the laptop shut. I knew I should have gotten her contact that
Vanya's POV:I shovelled a large spoonful of ice cream into my mouth. The cold numbed my tongue, it's sweetness invading my senses to the point all I could taste was cold and artificial strawberry flavour. I looked down at the bowl, it was half empty. The ice cream had began to melt, the neat halves of strawberry and vanilla blurring into one another.It's still night. I still can't sleep. After I had cried like a baby in Marco's arms, I felt very hungry. So I went to the kitchen and raided the fridge. All I could find was food items, milk, tea, lemonade. I was fully ready to go out by one am and buy ice cream until I found a bucket of it stashed behind all the boring food items. I rejoiced inside of me and took the bucket out. I made a mental note to replace it tomorrow morning. But for now, I get to give in to my indulgence.I ate another large spoon. My head started to hurt, the freeze going up to my brain. I hissed in pain, my eyes squeezing tightly. I waited a few seconds for th
Vanya's POVI thought the mall would be empty today, being it was a Sunday afternoon. To my greatest surprise it was bustling with life. Couples and families were spotted all around. The hum of conversations hung in the air along with the crappy mall music that blasted through the speakers. I had intended to get some groceries done and maybe get some small gifts for the twins too.I had stayed up two more hours before I went to sleep. After two and a half hours, I woke up from a nightmare I can't remember. This morning I concluded I looked like shit. I had dark circles under my eyes, and my skin had lost its rosy hue. I felt sick from the alcohol I had chugged down all evening. Plus the excess sugar from the ice cream. I feel terrible right now. Which is why I wore the baggiest clothes I had, a t-shirt that I snuck out of Marco's wardrobe when he wasn't looking. On my head was a baseball hat that hid my unbrushed hair. And on my face were huge sunglasses.I hadn't expected so many
Vanya's POV"Well, this has been very nice. But I have to go." I said, clapping my hands. "So soon?" He asked, tilting his head to the side. "But I've only just met you. How about this, we have lunch together?"My stomach twisted. Whether in disgust that he was asking me out to lunch, or in nausea from the indulgence I had last night, I wasn't sure. All I was sure of was the fact that my stomach twisted at the mention of lunch."No thank you," I said. "I'm not hungry. And I don't want to have lunch with you.""Which is it?""What?""Which is it, Vanya? You're not hungry, or you're still mad at me?""Whoever said I was mad at you?" I asked. I finally folded my arms, and I could only imagine what I looked like right now. With the baseball hat and the glasses and the baggy clothes. "Why don't...hold on," He reached out and grabbed the sunglasses off my face. Before I could protest, he held it behind him. "Finally I can see those lovely eyes of yours."My face turned bright red. "Cian,