“Three pounds left.”
I sighed as I walked over to the counter and kissed both girls on the cheek.
“Good morning, Mama.” Kataleya smiled at me. Her hair was just like mine in colour, with eyes as dark as Alejandro’s whilst Skyla had black hair and green eyes.
“Good morning, my angel,” I replied, ruffling her hair.
“Morning,” Skyla said, tucking the note into her pocket carefully.
“Good morning, and thank you, Dante, for making your sisters toast. Now, who wants eggs or bacon?” I asked, going over to the fridge after kissing Dante’s forehead.
“Can I have you?” Alejandro asked, making my eyes fly open in shock.
“Al! Food.”
“What do you mean you want Mama? You’re mated, let her breathe,” Skyla added, dramatically shaking her head as if she wasn’t six but sixteen.
“Eat your damn food,” Alejandro growled, only for her to give him a challenging look before smoothly returning to her toast. I placed the egg carton on the worktop just as Alejandro’s strong arms wrapped around me, and he kissed my neck. “You look fucking fine…” I smiled, closing my eyes at his touch. Goddess…
“Daddy swore again,” Skyla’s voice came, bringing us out of our moment.
“Yeah, I fucking know,” Alejandro growled, kissing my lips before walking over to Skyla and prodding herforehead.
“Ouch, Daddy!”
“Why are girls so loud?” Dante asked, taking his bowl of cereal to the counter.
“Not all girls,” Kataleya replied as I cracked two eggs into the sizzling pan. “If you find girls annoying, then why do you like Delsanra?” She giggled.
I looked over my shoulder as Dante’s brow furrowed, pouting. He had so many young pups wanting his attention, yet his infatuation with Delsanra remained.
“I told you to tone that shit down,” Alejandro added disapprovingly.
“I didn’t do anything.” Dante frowned. His eyes seemed to turn a brighter red.
“Guys…” I said, making both father and son turn their attention to me.
“I behaved, Mama,” Dante added coldly. He was about to get off his seat, ready to walk out.
“Stay. It’s fine, you were okay. Just eat. Let’s not argue this early,” I said, giving him a warm smile.
Baby, don’t bother him. It’s not his fault,I added through the mind-link.
He’s getting older, he can’t continue this shit.
I know, but not today,I sighed.
Fine,Alejandro agreed, coming over and kissing my lips. I kissed him back, smiling up at him when Skyla gasped.
“Oo, I got an idea. Can I get fifty pence every time Daddy says shit?”
“Fuck, this girl’s greedy as fuck. No, you can’t,” Alejandro growled.
“But, Daddy, you say it a lot!”
“And you said it too, Skyla. We aren’t allowed to,” Kataleya whispered.
“I know. I guess Daddy just gets away with S H I T,” she said, making Alejandro frown at her. The two were the most similar, and that banter was the norm for a Rossi family breakfast.
