Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven.

Anastasia's POV.

A cheeky Kira in media.

"Did I mention it earlier that I like you, too, right back?" Kira's voice says to me and I smile. Her accent is American, by the way.

"Thank you, Kira." I reply.

"You make it simple-ish. And you made a good first impression once again." Nicholas chimes in with a smile that makes my hand, unconsciously, brush my hair behind my ears, as I blush faintly.

"I told you. I have my ways with kids."

"Nah, you did not."

"Did I not?"

"You did not."

"I don't believe it. I thought I did on my first day, on the interview day."

"I have a good memory, trust me, and you did not."

"Can you two stop stupidly arguing and go check up on the boys, like right now! That bathroom is about to regret ever being built in the first place." Kira says, although funnily, when I am sure it's not. I know kids, and they don't do a little mess.

Fast-forward: Nicholas says I won't be cooking any more today, since it's late, so we just get the kids to sleep after