All Chapters of Paint My World Red: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

(Aya’s POV)It was almost dinner time when five cars stopped near The Sophia House. Addie groaned and already thought of how to refuse the guests politely. Red looked quickly from the window at the cars she mentioned and assured us that one of the guests had no intention of staying. He was right because his sister was the first one who gets off the car. Only two or three from their company were not familiar with me.“That’s Miles,” Red said in a hushed tone when he saw me narrow my eyes.“Oh!” I exclaimed in a low voice and looked at the busy common room.Unlike the villa in Rose Hills, Red had an office where they could talk privately. Here, the only place I considered my office was the original kitchen of The Sophia House. Red pulled me closer to him and kissed my temple.“We can talk in the kitchen,” he said as if he had read my mind.I nodded, opening the main door and welcoming the guest, who took the guests’ attention for a while, but then they returned to whatever they were doi

(Red’s POV)I hardly went home with the kids on a Sunday. I didn’t know how Dante survived the noise because my kids talked nonstop about their stay in The Sophia House and their camping experience last night, but as soon as they got out of the SUV, it was like someone put tape on their mouths. Even Onyx and Blue were quiet and quickly read Violet’s gaze. They followed their eldest sister like ducklings.“What just happened?” I asked as I got out of the car.Dante chuckled as he closed the other doors. “Scarlett doesn’t like the noise. She said it’s giving her a headache.”“Ah, I see,” I knitted my eyebrows, quickly analyzing if it was mentally healthy for the kids to change their behavior just because Scarlett didn’t like it.I entered the villa, finding myself a stranger in my own home. I found the kids still standing in the living room.“What are you still doing here?” I asked curiously.“Mom doesn’t like us to go straight to our bedrooms. She wants to see us first,” Violet said, n

(Red’s POV)“Red!” Aya panted. “Our baby… God, our baby,” she whimpered helplessly before she fainted in Gino’s arms.It must be the adrenaline rush because I ran like crazy toward my wife and carried her to the car, forgetting Violet was still there. Dante didn’t need instructions on where to go. As soon as I closed the door, he drove the car to the hospital as fast as he could.“Aya, talk to me.” I grabbed her hand, squeezing it, hoping she would respond to me. “Aya, please...” I cried, pressing her palm on my cheek. My world would crumble and shard my heart into million pieces if something terrible happened to her.“What happened, daddy?” Violet cried as she brushed her mother’s hair. “Is she hurt? Is the baby okay?”Hearing and seeing my daughter crying and panicking woke me up and reminded me that I should gather all the strength I had left for my family. I breathed in and out, calming my trembling body and trying to brush off the fear crawling in my veins.“Let’s hope she’s not

(Aya’s POV)Ariana hissed annoyingly at Red, looking like she was ready to pounce at her brother. My husband only crossed his arms over his chest, leaned calmly on the wall, and smirked at her. I sighed and chuckled nervously as I placed the tray of cupcakes on the kitchen island in the common room.My six children were busy helping Gino and another guest blow out the balloons, handing the finished ones to Addie and Leslie as they decorated the area. A few guests who had just arrived earlier decided to join our little celebration and even helped in decorating. I knew that Addie and Leslie were as upset as Ariana because the three of them had been planning a gender reveal with fireworks and a great party, but Gino slipped, accidentally telling the children that we already knew the gender of our baby.As soon as we arrived at the B&B this morning, our kids did not stop bothering Red and me, wanting to know if they had a baby sister or a baby brother. For the sake of world peace, we deci

(Red’s POV)“You... know that I am Scarlett’s...” I gritted my teeth, clenching my fists but trying to control myself from hitting Emmet’s face.Emmet met my eyes and slowly shook his head. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. When he opened his eyes, he looked at his sister.“Emily, why don’t you take Rosie home?” He begged and smiled sadly at his daughter.“I don’t want to go home yet,” Rosie pouted her lips, her eyes pleading with him to let her stay.“You should listen to your daddy. Go home, Rosie,” Blue said as he got off his chair. “I’ll play outside. Triplets, do you like to play with me?”This was the first time I saw my children push away another child. Ariana always said that my kids could be awarded for amiableness and friendliness, which she sometimes disliked because it sometimes ended up trouble for her wallet when my kids also wanted to treat others with ice cream or any treats. My twins, even Katie, the sweetest of our daughters, said nothing about Rosie. She got