Claimed By The Tyrant Brother
“Do I have to share with the babies?”
“Share what?” I blinked, already laughing.
He grinned. “You know… the goods.”
I splashed him again. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Ridiculously honest,” he said, smirking. “Actually, I’ve decided—I want quadruplets.”
My jaw dropped. “Quadruplets?!”
He nodded solemnly, like he was discussing a business deal. “Four mini-me’s. Four tiny devils running around the house, torturing you, breaking your vases, stealing your snacks—perfect chaos.”