Twisted Hearts

“Want to watch your favorite series?”

chest and curled her hand around my

Greta leaned her head against my

around her as she huddled on my lap.

Both were dressed in bow ties and

them carried one of their sons.

Greta leaned her head against my chest and curled her hand around my thumb. It was something she did often, holding on to our fingers as if she needed the additional touch to feel protected

she whispered, peering up at me before she opened her tiny arms. “Want cuddles.”

Cuddles. I smiled wryly and picked her up. She snuggled against my chest like a cat and I wrapped my arms around her as she huddled on my lap. She was tiny for a two-year-old, and so sensitive and quiet that it brought out my protective side.

“While your awkward attempt at young love is a sickeningly entertaining sight to behold, you’re distracting Kiara from making me breakfast, so how about you get a fucking grip?” Remo said from his spot at the kitchen table. Nevio giggled. Serafina gave both her men a stern look, which had no effect.

I stroked Greta’s head and grinned at Gemma.