Wavering

Alicia’s POV

A yawn left my lips and I covered my mouth, blinking slowly as I watched my two boys do the same.

“Come on now, time for bed,” I gestured to Dante and Ashford who both nodded obediently and each took one of my outstretched hands. “Say Goodnight, Aunt Andy,” I singsonged and Andy chuckled as the well-fed, played out boys chorused their good nights to her.

They were already exhausted, I could tell. I’d made sure to make up for the time I spent working (aka getting more information on Mikael and Acker to pin them for my dad’s death).

As much as my mind was set on revenge I didn’t want my two boys to suffer for it.

They shuffled beside me, leaning onto my body as we left the dining hall and moved towards the foyer where the stairs waited for us. I relished in the warmth of their presence beside me. They were on the cusp of five years old and had already grown so tall and become much more independent. It reminded me of a quote I saw to treasure the days, because children grow