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Zane made his way back down the stairs after taking young Octavia up to her bed. His heart was still thumping against his chest and his palms were sweating from all the excitement. As he got to the last step, Ander and Dotty came through the door.
"Oh, hi Zane. We're home," Dotty said with a smile. Ander closed the door behind them and the twins shook each other's hands.
"Yeah man, thanks a bunch for looking after the rugrats," Ander said.
"Anything for the best couple there is," Zane said, "those two kids are brilliant. You know I'd babysit them every day if I could."
"They adore you, Z. You want to stay for a drink?" Dotty asked, gesturing towards the little drinks trolley they have in the corner of the living room.
"Sure"
The three of them had a few drinks and had hushed conversations in hopes not to wake the kids up. Ander and Zane reminisced with stories of their childhood whilst Dotty held her giggles in at all the silly things the twins did growing up.
Downing the rest of his drink, Zane stood up, excusing himself to go to the toilet. Zane tiptoed up the stairs, walked straight past the bathroom, and into Octavia's room.
For a second, he just stood there staring at her small self sleeping so innocently and soundly that he couldn't bear to wake her. But he pushed that reasonable thought right out of his head and decided against it.
"Tavi, sweetheart," he whispered as he got closer to her, "Tavi" he kissed her forehead. She stirred, opening her eyes and blinking away the darkness.
"Uncle Z, what's wrong?" her tired voice sounded. "Is mum and dad home?"
"No, not yet darling, but be quiet because your brother is still sound asleep," he whispered into her ear. He began softly stroking her cheek and slowly moving his fingers down her body.
His heart began thumping so hard again. Excitement erupted in his stomach. His fingertips lifted her baby pink pyjama top; he circled her belly button and teased the band of her pyjama shorts.
"What are you doing?" Octavia's frightened and confused voice said. "Why are you touching me?"
"Shush, my dear. I'm showing you how much I love you," he slid his hand into her knickers, "your daddy doesn't do this does he? That means I love you more."
"Oh," her whole body tensed as she squeezed her eyes shut and her hands gripped hard against her quilt covers. With shut eyes, her tears still managed to spill out down her cheeks.
"But, of course, we keep this a secret, darling. We don't want daddy to get jealous do we?"
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The Fluffy Sofa ✔️
Ficțiune adolescenți{PREVIOUSLY OCTAVIA'S JOURNAL} After her parent's unexpected break up, 15 year old Octavia Johnson is gifted a journal by her Uncle Zane. They share a bond no one really understands and she uses the journal to try to stay close to him once she moves...
