friday knights

2 ... the tw!ns

friday
knights
2

AMIRA ROLLED HER EYES at the child before her and scoffed, turning him around by his shoulders and shoving him a bit forward to give him a head-start out of the kitchen. Theo left the kitchen murmuring fluent Italian on purpose knowing she couldn't understand a damn thing. That was one of the worse perks of being around a family of Italians—she couldn't understand any of their insults which gave them much advantage.

Placing the camera on top of the clean counter near the stove, she spun around to face Cato who was using a towel to wipe his mouth. He chuckled as he felt Amira's glare. Finally, her looked at her, his eyes doing a double take at her fitted dress. He leaned his hands against the edges of the counter for support as he gave her body much attention, mumbling in his language.

"How old are you again?" She crossed her arm and approached the counter. Cato's eyes followed attentively, shifting his feet as Amira stood in front of him.

"I can not! Will not! Change this diaper!" Theo came strolling back into the kitchen, holding a giggling Sasha out forward. Amira spun around and frowned.

"I love you baby sis but as a director, this could ruin my senses for my career," Amira rolled her eyes at the dramatic child and grabbed Sasha who immediately started slapping her boob and fiddling with her necklace. "Just clean this mess or the camera is mine."

"Per fortuna sei carina o ti avrei licenziato dal mio set."

( "luckily you're pretty or i would
have fired you from my set." )

Amira didn't understand what the child said but she knew it was some smart remark by the way Cato chuckled close behind her. Feeling the heat of his body, she spun around allowing Cato to once again check her out. "What'd that child say to me?"

"That you're his favorite babysitter."

She squinted at the twin before deciding to ignore it.

"Where were you tonight?" He questioned casually but inside, he was bugged with questions. The dress fit all of her curves and he wondered who she was showing it all off to. Amira rolled her eyes and ignored his nosiness.

"Clean this shit and grow up!" She picked up the same towel he used and tossed it in his face aggressively.

"And where's your partner in crime?" She scoffed.

"I don't think you want to find him while wearing that, il Mio Cuore. You'll wreak havoc out of him," Amira averted her eyes to his face when he slipped his shirt off, showing off his toned body. Smirking, he slowly walked towards her making her feet shift.

"But if you must know, he's back there running drills," Cato beckoned towards the backyard as he rounded Amira. "Don't say I didn't warn you, Amore, okay?"

Ignoring him once again, she stormed to the backyard immediately spotting Carter in the middle. He was indeed running cone drills shirtless and in shorts, headphones on his head. Stepping outside, she glared while approaching the other twin. "Carter!"

The twin—who couldn't hear her—continued running drills with a football in hand, dodging the cones.

Looking down at the drooling baby who was oblivious to all while still hitting her boob, she shook her head.