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he answered, his eyes falling on Stef and Zac, who sat obliviously doing their math.
“That is not an effective method. Trust me, Cato. I have ten children and some of you weren’t supposed to be so close in age,” I said. “The mother of your first child needs to be your Luna.”
He stayed silent with his arms folded.
“Zac, Stef, how about we do homework later?” I said, turning to my youngest songs, “Go and play upstairs.”
They turned to each other in glee, their faces lighting up as they leapt to their feet and raced to the stairs. Mathias took Theodore and followed them, giving Cato an awkward smile.