Chapter 18 Over a Slice of Pizza #2
“Dad, we are not arguing,” Azura stated with a pout. “We are discussing…”
“Don’t worry, Kat. We will find your prince, okay?” Skyla smirked, winking at her sister, making both Dante and me frown at her. To my fucking surprise, Kataleya blushed as she wiped her tears, making Azura giggle.
“He isn’t her fucking prince,” I growled. Skyla cocked her eyebrow.
“You can’t decide that, Daddy. Besides, now that Kat’s home, you owe me…. three hundred pounds.”
“For?”
“For swearing.”
Okay, I do fucking swear, but I have not said the fucking word around her three hundred times… I hadn’t even been around for that fucking long since we got back.
“Thrifty,” Elijah smirked.
“Nah, just a fucking thief,” I growled as she stuck her tongue out at me cheekily. “You ain’t getting any money for that.” She looked away sullenly after giving me a dirty look as she bit into her pizza viciously.
Once dinner was over, the girls played for a while, or tried to, but it was clear Kataleya was not ready to cheer up, still holding onto the torn piece of fabric.
“Okay, you two girls need to shower and start getting ready for bed,” Scarlett ordered. “Azura, I am going to check your hair. Make sure you wash it properly, okay?”
“Okay, Mama,” she replied with a pout.
“Daddy, will you tell me a bedtime story?” Kataleya asked.
“About a certain prince charming?” Skyla teased before she burst into a fit of giggles.
“No fucking prince charmings,” I frowned.
Why the fuck was this girl even talking about boys? They were not to even go there. Like fucking ever. I glared at her and spotted Elijah fucking smirking.
“What do you want?”
“Just thinking of you in my position… karma.”
“Don’t speak too soon; you have one left,” I reminded him.
“Well, at least there’re no more Rossis,” Elijah smirked.
“There is one…” Scarlett added with an amused smirk before her smile vanished, and she shook her head, frowning. “Far too old.”
The three of us exchanged looks, clearly fucking disturbed by the direction that went. Yeah, too old… but then again… I was sixteen years older than Kiara.
Leo… nah, the Goddess isn’t that fucking sadistic to play that shit all over.
I glanced at Dante, who was falling asleep holding his can of drink. I took it from him and picked him up.
“Dad, I can walk.” I didn’t argue, knowing it was his pride, and placed him down as I helped him out of the room, pausing at the door.
“I’m getting Dante to bed. Have your teeth brushed, and then I’ll tell you a damn story.”
“Ooo, Daddy is telling a story for once!” Skyla giggled.
Yeah, fucking torture, but just seeing them all together was enough. Once Dante had changed and brushed his teeth, I helped him to bed. Elijah would be staying with him for the night.
“The pillows okay?”
“Yeah, Dad, I’m fine. A curse can’t do anything to me,” he said, quietly staring at the stars that were projected on his ceiling.
“But you’re still worried about something,” I pushed quietly.
“Well… Delsanra’s also like this because of me. So, does Ray hate me?” He asked so quietly that I barely heard. He was clenching his jaw as he tried to remain emotionless. I smirked slightly.
“Rayhan? Far from it. For a moment, I thought you were worried about Del.”
“I am… but we are both going to be okay,” he replied with such conviction that something told me he knew more than he could say, but those words gave me hope.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. There’s something we need to do.” He gave me a smile, looking far older than his years. I frowned, nodding.
There were things he said that we didn’t understand. Both Kia and I decided it was for the best not to push it and just accept what he said, take note, but still treat him like he was just a normal pup. Although he was a fucking mature one.
“Good,” I replied, kissing his forehead. “So, want to talk to Rayhan?”
“Umm… not now…” he mumbled, looking down at his duvet.
“Alright. When you want to, just say the word, okay?”
“Okay.” I tucked him in before I stood up.
“Night, son.”
“Night, fucker,” he replied. I smirked. Yeah, that’s what I would have usually said.
“Don’t let your mom catch you saying that.”
“I won’t.”
I left the bedroom door open a crack, heading to the twin’s room. The door was open, and the sound of the three giggling could be heard down the fucking hall. What the hell was with girls? Did they need to giggle twenty-four-fucking-seven? I knocked lightly on the door.
“You can come in, you know,” Azura’s voice called, her sharp blue eyes peering at me through the gap in the door. “Don’t worry. Mama is dressed.”
I raised an eyebrow. She fucking knew I knocked because of Scarlett. I pushed the door open, entering the pale pink, extra girly room that really confused the hell out of me. I couldn’t say only girls love pink but… yeah, not my fucking colour. Unless, of course, it was on Kiara.
“I’m beginning to wonder between Skyla and you which is the bigger devil.”
“Oh, but I’m so innocent,” Azura replied, pulling the hood of her unicorn onesie up and blinking those large eyes at me.
“Yeah, I can see…”
I don’t trust this girl, and unlike Liam, I won’t fall for her tricks.
Scarlett came out from the arch that led off to the girls’ dressing room, play area, and bathroom, holding two pink bath towels.
“Bedtime story time, huh?”
“Yeah.” I looked at the three girls who had settled into one bed, looking at me with anticipation.
“Daddy, you really look good in a pink room. Maybe you should wear pink at times,” Skyla added.
I narrowed my eyes, hearing Scarlett chuckle as she left the room, leaving me with the three girls, two of who were as fucking devious as devils…
You can handle anything, Alejandro. I’m sure one extra child wasn’t going to be an issue. The only problem was that she was a fucking Westwood, and I knew that she was not going to make this easy…