The kiss

Chapter 23

Larissa’s POV

“Declan dear…Declan! Wait up!”

I was already out of breath, why was it that a toddler as little as this child would outrun me every single time?

He was giggling and running up the stairs without even looking back, and no matter how much I tried to catch up with him, he was always one step ahead of me. Or several, I couldn’t count how many times I had stumbled already on the stairs with Gwen right behind me.

He had said he wanted to play something fun. I didn’t realize that the idea of fun I’d instilled in him involved me running around like my life depended on it in a bid to ‘tag’ a child. For the first time, I was grateful to have put my hair up in a bun.

I stopped in front of a pair of French doors that I’d never crossed before. It was upstairs as well, only that I’ve been too busy struggling to keep my job to actually tour round the house. Declan had already run through the door while I stood there panting and gasping to catch my breath.

“This child will