"It's okay, Aiden. Sansa’s not going to do anything to you,” Eva explained as she tried to get him off her back. “What's that?” He asked without leaving his place, although following us out of the elevator. "That's a dog, and her name is Sansa,” I answered seeing that Milena looked at my pet with curiosity, so I bent down for her to get a better look. At least the girl was curious. “Get her away from that!” Aiden exclaimed taking the baby out of my arms and making her start crying and Sansa barking again thinking they were playing with her. Yes. I recognized my dog's barks. I looked at Eva not knowing what the hell was going on with the boy and shut the dog down with a signal, leaving us only with Milena crying and Aiden breathing hard as he walked back to the elevator without taking his eyes off Sansa. 

God... it felt like the numbers on the spreadsheet would never make any sense. How many hours had I been working on the same columns and how many times had they given me different results? How many cups of coffee could my body take before I hit the floor from a caffeine overdose? How many days had it been since I could sleep more than two hours in a row in the same night? Ah, I did have an answer to that question; Five fucking days had passed since I had last slept well. Five days since my life had become totally chaotic when I got two dependent people. I mean, I’d thought the previous weeks had been rough with the whole adoption process and the move and the realization that not only had my life turned 180 degrees the day Elisa died, but I also needed to put on my big girl’s panty and face the fact that I had to pretend that everything was fine for Aiden's peace of mind, since Milena was barely a baby and everything would be more adapt

Hmm... something smelled amazing. I took a deep breath and my lungs filled again with the same rich, seductive scent. As I moved a little, my body made contact with another and then I remembered my wife. At some point in the night, we had switched positions and I had ended up with my face buried in her neck and her arms hugging me. I didn’t want to move; I was in paradise. "My secret is buttermilk,” said a voice, breaking my dream moment. “Really? Louis never uses that.” "And chocolate chips. The best pancakes have chocolate chips, otherwise they aren’t pancakes.” “Then I don't know what Louis has fed me these days.” I was going to kill Alex Hardy. What the hell was that bastard doing in my house poisoning Aiden's mind? I started to get up when a sharp pang in my head left me frozen in place, reminding me of what happened the night before. Shit, the boy had tried to kill me with a tennis

“Did you pack everything?” “Yeah, baby.” “You’re sure?” “Eva...” "Okay, I'll go change Mile and we're off." I sighed without taking my eyes off my wife as she went to the baby's room to take off her pajamas so we could go to the party. We'll talk about that in a moment, but for now, let's talk about the following: I had lied to my wife. And I almost choked when I did. But what could I do? I had panicked when I saw her own panic creep over her features. I don't want your love, baby. Of course I wanted it, I wanted all from her. I really wanted my wife to love me. Because, you know the funniest part? At some point since we met, I had started to fall in love with her. I had fallen in love with those children. I had fallen in love with the family we had become, the family I never had and I never even thought I would have. That's why I would hate when the day t

I was screwed. Really screwed. I knew the man was dangerous when I met him, but what did I do? I invited him to my office to fuck my brain out. And now look at me: married, with children and even with a damned pet that made us look like the typical happy family. Although we didn’t have to pretend much because we were really happy. Aiden had been improving a lot around Louis, now they were talking and joking and just yesterday, he’d surprised Louis with a hug as soon as he came home from school because he had gotten a ten in biology. And Milena as long as she had something to eat was always happy. The girl seemed to have a bottomless pit as a stomach lately and seemed addicted to the cookies Louis brought her from the supermarket. Sansa? She had decided to move into the baby's room and now they shared a bed every night, which we greatly appreciated as it allowed us to sleep the whole night, because apparently, Milena wou