Chapter Thirty

The twins are digging into their plates of cut up food, and I’m setting Sebastain’s lunch down on the table. It wasn’t easy, but I managed to slip some sleeping pills into his food, so in a couple hours, he’ll be out.

Me having the pills at all was pure luck; they were left over from when I had the twins. I had a lot of pain after giving birth and had a hard time sleeping, so I was prescribed these. I never even took them, because I didn’t want to be sleeping so soundly I couldn’t hear the twins in the middle of the night if they needed me.

I had put a hair tie around my wrist, and secured the capsules on the underside, then when I was kneading the dough for the homemade rolls I had made to go with lunch, I had separated two and dumped the powder into the dough. I had pushed my thumb into the tops of them so I could tell which ones they were.

“Honestly I didn’t even know you could cook.” Sebastian says as he appears in the entryway of the kitchen. I shrug a little, and sit down in