Sincerely, Haley (Wilder Series #4)

Bonus: Hanna and Aurelia

This is the final bonus chapter and possibly the last book I will write for the 'Wilder' series.

Don't hold me to that though lol.

I'll wait until the end of this chapter to tell you a little about my new book 'Nothing Lasts Forever'.

I hope you enjoy the chapter!

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Aurelia's POV

I hear a bothersome ringing in the distance.

This ringing pulls me out of my peaceful slumber, inevitably causing me to groan.

Ugh!

I was having a really good dream!

I blindly reach my hand out towards my night table.

Once my hand connects with the smooth, lacquered wood I feel around for the ringing object.

As I lightly feel around for the ringing object the ringing progressively becomes louder.

This is giving me a headache!

After attempting to feel around for the object of interest and unfortunately coming up empty handed, I sit up in bed with obvious irritation.

I refuse to move my messy black hair out of my face as I unwillingly crack my tired grey eyes open.

As my eyes crack open and my vision focuses I notice that my fingers next to the object that I could not find while my eyes where closed.

Ugh!

I groan out loud and slam my head against the mattress that I am laying on.

I blindly grab ahold on my cellphone and answer the call, being said phone to my ear.

"Hmm" I muffle, too tired to answer the phone call correctly

I unwillingly begin to relax against the mattress again, gently drifting off.

"Aurelia!" I hear my mother yell from the other side of the call

Why is she calling me so early?

We agreed that she would take the kids to school after they stayed the night at her house.

Hanna and I aren't supposed to pick them up until two in the afternoon.

"What?" I groan out I finally sit all the way in bed

The thin black sheet that was previously shielding my body from the bright sunlight streaming through my wife and I's bedroom window eases down my body.

Instant goosebumps grace my skin at the feeling of the cool chill from our ceiling fan dance across my bare upper body.

I turn around so that my back is resting flat against the cushioned headboard, the black sheet pooling around my lower stomach.

I ignore the feeling of my breasts being on full display, gradually becoming used to the feeling over the years.

"Why are you still sleeping?! You have to pick your kids up in an hour! Or did you forget, again?" She scolds me

I roll my eyes at her unnecessary comment.

She doesn't understand the full situation.

"I didn't forget, Hanna wanted to pick them up" I reply

The woman hums at me.

"Was this before or after you called her to tell her that you forgot?" She questions