“Princess, you poked me twice,” he replied.
“Oh, don’t be a baby, you’re such a scaredy puppy!”
I felt sorry for him, but he seemed to be used to the treatment, trying not to flinch as Skyla dabbed brightpurple to his lids and then added some glitter. My eyes widened as I realised it was nail polish!
“Skyla, that’s not for eyes!” I exclaimed, startled.
“But it’s more glittery,” she responded, glancing at me.
“But it’s not good for eyes,” I repeated.
“He’ll heal if it gets in his eyes. Don’t worry, Mama,” she reassured me with a sly smile. Well, if I had any doubt that Alejandro wasn’t my mate, it was gone. She had the same wicked smile as her father.
Father... my stomach fluttered, remembering our moment earlier on. Goddess, he was a dangerous temptation…
“Glitter? But Spiderman has no glitter… what are you doing, Sky?” Liam asked, opening his eyes suspiciously.
“Just trust me.” He wasn’t going to fall for that, was he?
“Okay…”
He did. Wow.
Dante snickered, and I looked over to where he was sitting with Ahren, who was watching something on the tablet.
“Uncle, I would think you would have learned from living with Azura that you should not trust girls.”
“I’m trusting you, Skyla. Go less on the glitter…” Liam warned, opening his eyes a little.
I felt sorry for him when he was going to have to remove that nail varnish from his eyes. Didn’t he realise by the smell what it was, or wasn’t he worried? My poor, simple brother.
“Uncle, you look pretty,” Kataleya added before she patted my arm. “Mama… before Enrique leaves, will you ask him to talk to me? Please?”
My stomach twisted; I didn’t miss how he seemed to get angry when he saw her or how he ignored her, and it broke my heart. I understood she wanted to see him, but would he just be hurtful to her? Looking into those dark eyes full of sadness, I knew I had to try. I cupped her face and nodded.
“Okay, my little angel, I will try,” I promised, placing a soft kiss on her forehead.
“Can you ask him soon?” The need to talk to him, the desperation in her eyes, was so obvious that I nodded.
“Okay. I’ll go ask him now.”
“Thank you, Mama!”
The sound of crying came from the hallway. Sienna!
I stood up, rushing out, only to see the boy, Leo, or more like Mini-Alejandro, crouch down as he picked up the one-year-old who had tumbled over. It seemed all the Rossis were easily noticeable; they had their similarities.
“You should be watching her,” he said coldly, glancing at Claire, who had hurried out of the playroom after the little girl.
“I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay, Claire.” I smiled gently, knowing she looked terrified. Leo looked at the little girl who watched him, her eyes wide with terror.
“Who is she?” He asked me, flicking a strand of her curls out of her face and raising his eyebrows questioningly at her, only making her lips quiver.
“She’s my daughter.”
Leo and I both turned, seeing Rayhan standing on the stairs. His eyes were sharp as he stared at his cousin…
