Hiding the Alpha's Twins
I suggested, eager to steer the conversation away from the matrimonial topic.
"Can we sing 'Mary Had a Little Lamb'?" Julia's eyes gleamed with a spark of hope.
"Absolutely," I chuckled, launching into a slightly off-key rendition of the nursery rhyme, hoping it would lull them into a peaceful sleep, filled with dreams of a happy, whole family. "Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb..."
The butchered rendition of "Mary Had a Little Lamb" died a mercifully quick death. Halfway through the first verse, the melody dissolving into something resembling a strangled cat, the twins erupted in a fit of giggles.
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