~Sienna~ I lunge for my phone on the nightstand, but Norman’s hand shoots out, pinning my wrist to the wooden surface before I can grab it. "Put the phone down, Sienna," he rumbles, his chest pressing against my back as he traps me between his body and the edge of the bed. "I just need to check on them, Norman! Just one call to Mom," I argue, twisting in his grip. "What if Noah is crying? What if Naysa won't take her bottle from Nova? I’m just worried. Just give me a moment." Norman doesn't even budge. Instead, he spins me around, his large hands sliding firmly over my waist to lift me onto the edge of the high mattress. He steps between my knees, leaning down until our noses touch. "Your mother has raised you single-handedly, and Nova is more than capable of watching her siblings for one night," he whispers, his voice thick with a playful, dangerous warning. "The babies are fine. But right now, you are in my hands. And I haven't forgotten the promise you made me on the living roo
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