Page 150 of Sienna Rossi: Beyond Shattered Trust

“Well, I’m going to head outside again,” I say.

“Ok, but one picture first!” Azura says, taking out her phone. Skyla slings her arm around my shoulder as Azura steps in front of us, raising the camera.

“Why are we taking a phot-”

“Shut up and smile,” Azura growls.

I look at the mobile and raise an eyebrow as she snaps the picture. Shaking my head, I pull away.

“Wait, one more!”

“No,” I answer, heading swiftly to the door in case I’m dragged back for more fucking pictures. Stepping outside, I’m about to get myself a drink when Dad calls me.

“Come get a picture with your brothers and the twins,” he says.

“More pictures? Doesn’t everyone have memories to look back on? Why the hell are we taking pictures?”

“I want them. Please?” Kataleya asks with a smile.

She’s one of those that it’s hard to say no to. Sighing internally, I walk over to them whilst Dad tries to find Katara. She’s been sulking in the corner, although everyone’s been trying to get her to be involved.

“Jayce, you hold Leandro. Renji, you hold Adrián.” Kataleya directs us to the sofa, making Carter and Ares stand behind us. Katara comes over, and I move over, making space for her in the middle. She sits down, smiling at the twins but ignoring me entirely.

I just need to give her time.

“Uncle, you stand between Ares and Carter,” Kataleya says. Dad nods and walks over, filling the spot where Theo is noticeably missing.

Then I’m handed Leandro. He’s tiny, but he’s alert. Once again, imagining having one of my own makes my nerves play up. He stares back at me, and it’s almost like he’s judging me.

“Look this way!” Kataleya calls before everyone looks in her direction.

Once the picture is taken, I’m about to get up, but Kataleya stops me. “Wait, we need one with Grandma and Grandad in the picture, too, with you all.”

“And I think you and Enrique should join us, too,” Renji suggests.

Enrique doesn’t look too pleased with the suggestion. Like a normal person, he doesn’t fucking like pictures, unlike this lot.

Several painful pictures later, I’m about to get up when Kataleya holds up her hand, stopping me.

“Another one of the Westwoods, with Sienna, please?” She looks at me and Ares, who growls in frustration.

“I fucking hate pictures,” he snarls.

“Be polite; your cousin isn’t asking for much,” Dad scolds him.

I sigh as I sit back, and Sienna walks over, her hips swaying sexily. For a moment, it’s all I can look at until Ares, the asshole, hits the back of my head. I turn, glaring at him as he simply smirks, and Carter chuckles.

I move over slightly, making space beside Katara for her. Her thigh brushes mine before she reaches over and takes Leandro from me, which I’m fucking grateful for; they feel so fucking fragile.

“Aww, he’s sooo cute. Aren’t you, my cute little gumdrop!” she coos.

I stare at her, watching as she rocks him gently, with freakishly natural ease. She smiles down at him, caressing his cheek, before kissing his forehead softly.

Yeah, she’d never give up our baby; I’m certain of that. She seems to be pretty comfortable with him, too. I guess she got practice with her baby brother.

“Alright, smile, everyone,” Raihana says as she looks over Kataleya’s shoulder at the photo.

I sit back, placing my arm around Sienna’s shoulders, and she looks up at me, blushing lightly. Then we move once more to allow the new parents to take a seat. A good five fucking minutes later, I’m finally able to get away from pictures.