(Sky’s POV)Elenita raised her eyebrows when I entered the kitchen, not expecting me to come since she had just brought the coffee I requested from her.“Maybe just a little sugar?” I told her, pushing the cup of coffee to her.She scoffed at me, taking the cup and tasting the coffee. “How would I know what Angela added in that coffee?” She sighed as she rose to her feet, taking another cup to prepare my coffee. “When I taught her how to make your coffee, she did the same way I did. Maybe, you’re looking for her, not the coffee, Sky.”“I’m not sure about that,” I massaged my nape, feeling tired after a week of Dad’s absence at work. I was hoping he would ask me about her and why there was no need to sign the divorce papers, but he didn’t. When I told her she ran away from me, he only guffawed as if he found humor in what I had said.“Elenita?” An adorable face of my sister peeked into the kitchen. She was already in her pajamas but seemed not ready to sleep. She walked in my direction

(Anj’s POV)My big brain has been working busily, counting the days, checking on the possibility that my two nights of madness with Sky Mars bear fruit, and the scary part, when I returned home, there was a big chance that I did not go back in one piece, but in two.After that short talk with Ms. Livy, I had forgotten that Dylan would treat Anya and me to eating ice cream. I walked in the other direction, going to a drug store to get the one thing I never expected I would buy at my age now, and headed to the nursing home.I made sure to hide the pregnancy test kit well in my cabinet before going to Sister Grace’s office. I found her doing paper works, and when she saw me standing in the doorway, she stopped reading the documents.“Is something wrong?” She worriedly asked me, looking at me with great concern because it was still early for my shift in the nursing home. “Are you feeling okay?”I swallowed hard, and maybe my tongue included because no words came out when I opened my mouth

(Anj’s POV) When I was two, Sister Grace made me go and join Anya in school because she thought an environment with children around me would be healthy for me – mentally and physically. Anya was in kindergarten, and I remembered her teacher let me stay in the play area to make myself busy with colorful blocks as they learned to count numbers and read alphabet letters. “What did you learn today?” Sister Grace asked me as she picked us up after school. She put me in a toddler carrier and held Anya’s hand as we all returned to the nursing home. Aunt Rose had to work full time after her husband died in an accident on the job site, so Sister Grace, after taking care of the residents in the nursing home, picked us up. “Counting numbers and reading alphabet letters,” Anya jumped cheerfully as she answered. Sister Grace smiled. “That’s nice. How about my little angel? What did you learn today?” “Counting numbers and reading alphabet letters,” I repeated Anya’s answer. Anya wrinkled her

(Anj’s POV)Dylan pushed the door of the convenience store to treat Anya and me, and as he promised me last night, he would buy me ice cream after his crazy joke of marrying him.“I want a chocolate ice cream,” I demanded him as we crowded around the refrigerator.“You can’t have chocolate,” Anya said. “You don’t want your baby to look like a cacao,” she chuckled at her joke, but Dylan ignored her and opened the refrigerator, getting expensive ice cream.“Hey,” I protested, taking the ice cream pint from him and returning it inside. Instead, I chose the less expensive brand and gave it to him. “You have to save money,” I said, making him raise his eyebrows. “I might need to borrow money from you for baby stuff.”His lips twitched as he shook his head and turned to Anya, waiting for what she liked. “I had ice cream yesterday already, and with those calories, nuh-uh!” She took a yogurt instead and gave it to Dylan.“Make it two,” he said and waited for Anya to give him another yogurt

(Anj’s POV)“Good morning, mommy!” Leyanne greeted, her eyes still closed as she walked toward the dining room.“Good morning! Just mommy?” I had to come to her to ensure her head would not bump the edge of the table. Smelling my scent, she raised her arms, wanting me to carry her. I took her and sat her at the table.She opened her eyes, blinked her round eyes, and still sleepy, she greeted the others. “Good morning, Aunt Anya. Good morning, Uncle Dylan.”“Good morning, Selene,” Anya greeted sweetly as she placed plates and cutleries on the table.“I’m not Selene,” Leyanne mumbled. “I’m Leyanne,” She corrected, adjusting the brim of her eyeglasses.“Hmm,” Dylan knitted his eyebrows as he placed the scrambled eggs he had just made. “I thought Selene wears the eyeglasses?” he asked amusingly.Before I could explain that the three of them had eyeglasses, Selene came out of the bedroom, wearing the same pajamas.“Good morning!” she greeted cheerily and sat on the chair on her own.“Mommy