Chapter 132

The drive to Colson's house was filled with Roman muttering under his breath about "tiny terrors" and "last time I babysat". I couldn't help but grin, watching his usually composed demeanor crack at the mere thought of dealing with children. Who would have thought that the mighty Roman Wellington had a weakness for little girls in pigtails?

“I'm sure they're not that bad,” I whispered at one point and the only reply I got was a glare which only made me laugh harder.

As we pulled up to Colson's house…a massive bungalow that looked so beautiful from the outside, my eyes widened. The place was absolute chaos – and that was just from what I could see outside. Delivery vans lined the circular driveway, workers were hauling in what looked like pieces of carnival rides, and through the massive windows, I could see people scurrying about with armfuls of ribbons and balloons.

"Oh my God," Roman breathed, putting the car in park. "What has he gotten himself into?" He looked on with wide eyes,