“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…
His Inner Turmoil
Alejandro
