My Gangster Babysitter
Rylee giggled as I wiped Mikael’s mouth with a towel.
“Of course he is,” Klaus said, approaching us with a huge grin.
“Da da da da,” Mikael raised his hand in the air, catching sight of his father. Ramona mimicked his brother, and the twins abandoned their food, clearly excited to see Klaus. He scooped them one by one, setting them on his lap, peppering kisses on their chubby little cheeks.
I stared in awe as Klaus planted a kiss on Rylee’s forehead.
He’s different around them, unafraid to show his soft side.