Kissed by the Alpha's Inferno
She speaks dimly, “I know...we don’t have birthdays, do we? Children like us don’t get to have birthdays since we come from that scary place.”
“Bloom!” I frantically move to object to her, grabbing them both and pulling them close to correct, “Don’t ever repeat such glum words, you hear me? You’re both my brave girls and you deserve to be happy and celebrate as many birthdays as our lives can spare.”
“Never...never debase yourselves like that again,” I press my lips to their temples and they both nod and grin at each other.
“We’re sorry, Mommy,” Bloom apologizes and quickly cheers, “Chestnut wants her birthday tomorrow.”
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