𝘓𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴

4.

Winston's P.O.V.

I woke up to certain tiny someone snuggle into me, making me smile drowsily. My eyes opened lazily and I full-on grinned, seeing my little sister wrapped in my arms, being nearly invisible in them. No sight of my brothers, so I automatically reached for my phone to see whether they left me a text message and there it was.

"Good morning, Winston. I hope you had a good sleep. Matthew is collecting vitamins for Genevieve and I am at the warehouse, there was an issue with the stocks. We will be back around 1PM. Text us if anything comes up."- texted me Ares in our group chat.

"Good morning. Will do. Keep me updated with the progress."- I replied, regarding Paulson moron.

"Of course. How is Genevieve?"- answered Ares as Mathew asked the same thing at the same time.

"Sleeping. I don't think she will be up any time soon because she looks exhausted."- I texted them, glancing at our baby sister.

She looks so sweet and pure, yet traces of horror remain: pale skin, feeble frame, noticeable lack of good sleep and proper nutrition. How the fuck anyone would dare to hurt such precious sweetheart?! What for?!

"Chef Stephen knows what to make her for breakfast. Make sure she eats at least 10 spoonfuls, but if she asks for more, do give her. Also, make sure she stays hydrated."- stated Mathew as I register the instructions.

"Got it."- I replied before leaving my phone on the nightstand.

I cuddled Genevieve, smiling as she curled in a minute ball and gently held my thumb in her tiny, soft hand. I gladly let her keep my hand, loving how warm she is now. Yesterday she was like a little piece of ice - entire body was chilly to the touch.

A few more minutes ticked by and she shifted lightly, her light blue eyes fluttering open.

"Good morning, precious."- I said warmly, but she jolted at the sound of my morning voice, which is deeper, gruffer and huskier.

"It is alright, little one. It is something that voice tends to do first thing in the morning. Once I talk for some more, it will get back to its usual sound."- I explained calmly with a smile, feeling like I won a lottery when she nodded and slowly got back in my arms.

"How are you, princess? Did you have a good rest?"- I asked in care, tenderly wrapping my arms around her petite frame.

She nodded timidly, shyly looking at me through her long, dark, thick lashes. God, she is so cute.

"Let's get some breakfast, shall we, honey?"- I spoke happily and sighed when she looked at me in confusion.

"Angel, you will eat as much as you want any time and any day. No-one is going to restrict your diet or scold you for eating. In fact, Ares, Mathew and I will be delighted if you eat as much as you can."- I stated profoundly, sitting up with my back against the headboard.

I gently sat her weightless frame on my lap and hugged her delicately.

"You don't have to worry about anything, little one. You are safe here by our side and we are at your disposal, precious. Whatever your golden heart desires, tell us and we will make it happen with no questions asked."- I told her sincerely, smiling when she lightly leaned on me, relaxing more once she understood that it is fine.

"So, will you have breakfast with me, sweetheart?"- I wondered, full-on grinning when she nodded shyly.

I texted Leonora, one of the maids, to help Genevieve with whatever she might need: shower, bath or anything of that kind.