HIS BABY MAMA
I bent with my left hand on my knees.
“Hi,” I waved at them, and they also did the same, smiling widely. And I really wish they were mine because they are so adorable.
“I’m your mother's elder sister, which means I’m your aunt, so you can call me Mary.”
“Really? Can we do that?” The girl asked, and I gave her a positive nod, and they both beamed with joy.
“Have you seen Emelia? I heard she’s awake; her room is next to Mom’s room,” Kira asked curiously, and I rose up, now facing her.