(Anj’s POV)“Are we there yet?” Leyanne asked.“Not yet,” I answered as I turned the car to an exclusive residential neighborhood where I think the most expensive homes were. “Are we there yet?” Selene asked this time.“Almost,” I said nervously, glad that they were my daughters because if not, I might lose my patience with them.“Are we there yet?” It was Lyra Helene’s turn to ask.“I guess,” I whispered as I gazed at the familiar metal gate. We had to go through the security guard, but when I showed him my ID, he did not ask any more questions; he opened the gate for us, and I drove to the familiar long driveway before stopping in front of the main door.I took a deep breath after stopping the car, inhaling and exhaling again when I opened the door and waited for my children to get out of the vehicle. I did not tell them why we were visiting their grandfather because I was afraid that Steve might be on his deathbed, and I had no intention of bringing the bad news to my children b

(Anj’s POV)“What gift?” I asked again when Steve didn’t answer.“Let’s talk about it some other time when my son isn’t here,” he chuckled. He tapped his bedside, asking Sky to sit beside him, and when he did, he only held and squeezed his hand.Tears welled in my eyes, hating this moment like being part of his last breath. I took a deep breath. “Mr. Mars -”“Steve, please,” He cut it. “Dad would be much… much better,” he whispered and smiled at me.“Steve, then,” I chuckled softly. Calling him dad would be weird for me. “Olivia said just a short visit, and I haven’t prepared for this one-week stay. Would you mind if we go home and get some stuff for the kids and me?”“No. I’ll provide you with everything you need,” Sky cut in, gritting his teeth like he was ready to bite me.Leyanne gasped and looked at me. “But Nitro -”“And my homework -” Lyra Helene cut in.Sky looked at Selene, waiting for her to utter her concern.“I just want my Mommy,” she said, not smiling at him. “And you ca

(Sky’s POV)Hate…Yes, we must have loathed each other at this time because I could not stop myself from kissing and touching Angela. Perhaps she couldn’t bear my presence because her hands clutched my shirt as she kissed me back.I caught her hands and pushed her back gently at the closed door, pinning her hands above her head as I deepened the kiss. Her mouth released a short sigh when my hand groped under her camisole, freeing her beautiful breasts from being imprisoned in her bra.“I hate you, Sky,” she moaned in my mouth.“I hate you, too, pumpkin,” I whispered, releasing her hands to lift the hem of her shirt, but the powerful soft knocks on the door stopped me.“Mommy,” It was Leyanne’s voice. “Aunt Anya is asking if you’re done operating Dad’s hand?”I closed my eyes and chuckled quietly.Angela cleared her throat. “Yes, baby.” She took a deep breath, fixing herself before opening the cabinet. “Tell Aunt Anya and Uncle Dylan I’m almost done.” Her hands were trembling as she ap

(Sky’s POV)Sleeping in a small old bed was worse than waking up with a hangover, but when I saw my little angels walking and making noises in the early morning, this one was a treasure, much better than Frank’s or Catherine’s good news about the company hitting the goals.“Wake daddy up,” I heard Angela saying to one of our daughters.I groaned but smiled when two of my daughters dove into me as if I was a swimming pool. “Ugh!” I groaned. “I think they hit my -”“I hope not the -” Angela cut in worriedly.“Ribs,” I continued, smiling naughtily at her.She rolled her eyes at me. “That’s what I’m about to say, Sky. I hope not the ribs,” When she smiled, Leyanne and Lyra Helene giggled, pulling me up from the bed. “Don’t hurt Daddy. That’s my job,” she said, kissing Selene. “You all want to go to school today?” “Uh-huh! Uncle Dylan said Teacher Joy will teach us the spelling of words today,” Selene answered while her mother combed her hair.“Daddy,” Leyanne said, “Teacher Joy is a good

(Sky’s POV)Angela was lying on the couch across from where I was sitting. Since there was another entrance to Anya and Dylan’s office, she found it okay to enter their office not wearing proper clothes appropriately. She was wearing denim shorts and a pink V-neck cotton shirt, her head on the throw pillow, looking relaxed as she read the magazine.My eyes couldn’t take away from her face down to the perfect curve of her mounds. When she raised her hand to flip the page, my eyes flickered to her belly. Flat belly. I sighed, glancing at my smartphone when she looked my way, smiling wickedly as her mouth was busy sipping straw from a chocolate tetra pack she found in Anya’s office. She crossed her legs, and I almost groaned, wishing those legs would wrap my hips again as she arched her hips to me.I breathed out, focusing on Elenita’s message, asking me what time we were coming because Dad kept asking her. I raised my head when Dylan entered the office, causing me to narrow my eyes when