"We all sung a little" I tell her as her mouth falls open slightly in shock and awe. ———————————————————————— One auction and a pretty decent dinner later, the band has begun to pick up steam. I purchased a few items; a weekend stay at a castle in Edinburgh (Amelia mentioned that she had never bee
"Fine, I'll talk more" I say, my lips pressed against her temple before I give her a soft kiss on the forehead. She sighs happily in my arms and we continue to sway, until she breaks the silence with her quiet words. "So, what kind of music did White Eskimo make?" She inquires. "Rock'n'Roll baby,
The next morning I'm reading the paper at the kitchen island when I see some pictures from the photographers at the event last night have ended up in the paper, including one of Amelia and I with a small section of writing attached: Billionaire and Hotel Mogul Rhode Whitlock with longtime girlfrie
"Of course, we are godparents after all" Amelia tells her, finally looking up from her set of notes. "You do realise that you're throwing us way into the deep end here?" I tell Bianca. I've looked after Briella before, but never for this long and never on my own. Once when Briella was around 5 mont
"Unkie?" Briella says as I try to leave the room after tucking her into the bed of one of the spare rooms. I sigh before turning around. "Yeah kid?" I ask. Her tiny frame is completely dwarfed by the massive bed surrounding her, all that can be seen is her little head and the top of one of her stuf
"Briella your mum says you eat porridge for breakfast everyday, you're having porridge" Rhode tells the 3 year old sitting at the dining table beside me. She's completely refusing to eat it, and it's so adorable. She has this bossy feisty little attitude that I'm kind of obsessed with, but I think
"Clothes for you or the baby?" I ask. I don't know why it matters but I feel like it does. "Both" She answers, I can almost hear the smile in her voice. She may be pregnant, but Poppy will try to only wear designer if she has anything to do with it. "Did you guys do it?" I switch my questioning,
"He's secure" Rhode tells me quietly, putting a hand on my shoulder as the other one holds Briella's. She's refused to let go of his hand since we got here, I think she's as scared of getting lost as we are of losing her. I nod my head and lean it on his shoulder, staring into the large tank in fro