"I just-I thought all the darkness was gone."
"Only a sliver, I am afraid. We'll forever exist in darkness without our light."
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Daisy and her men are back. But if that's a good thing?
Whitlock family ties are taking them back to the horrible, ye...
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~Four days later
"Are you ready?"
"Am I?"
"Yes, that was my question."
"Do I seem ready to you?"
Let's just say Dominic is nervous. He doesn't want to let Camilla down at the Dad Dance, but he's scared to do everything wrong.
It's cute, really. He's practiced so much for this, and he's absolutely ready. The perfectionist in him says something else, though. "You don't think I should've practiced last night too?"
I shake my head, finishing with his tie. I kiss his cheek before taking a step back, admiring his flowery tie. It matches with Camilla's dress, and it's the sweetest thing ever.
"Butterfly, Aiden doesn't want his—oh, great dress, princess," Asher walks in and immediately interrupts his sentence to gush over our little girl. "You look so pretty. I'm a bit jealous, sweetheart. You think papa can wear your dress sometime?"
She giggles, shaking her head. Her hands cover her mouth, making Asher smile. He picks her up, only to let her rest on his hip. She gives him a big hug. "Papa's too big for that!"
Knowing what's coming, I wait for Ash to wink. And he does, with his dirty mind. I sigh.
"What's up with Aiden?" I ask Asher, because he's awfully distracted with his little girl. And Dominic is a little jealous.
He hands Camilla back over to Nicky and then walks away. I follow him and eventually see what the problem is.
Easton is lying on the couch, looking dead. Aiden is laughing and jumping on him with shoes. I sigh. They always let the twins do whatever they want, even if it's things like these.
"Aiden, get off daddy," I snap. Aiden pointedly ignores me and continues jumping.
"Aiden! Listen to me or it's no desert tonight," I threaten. This kid is so damn stubborn, just like his daddies.
"Okay, bud, mommy's getting mad," Easton tries, even attempts to grab the boy. He fails.
I cross the living room and immediately yank Aiden off his dad, leaving him whining in protest. "No! Trampoline!"
Easton quickly sits up, rubbing his probably sore chest. "I didn't know he had shoes on," he groans, regretting allowing this. His own damn fault.
"Then don't give him everything he wants," I tell him, waiting until Aiden is doen with his kicking tantrum to put him down. Easton sheepishly nods, and I can't be mad at him anymore.
I kiss his forehead, carrying Aiden in the other hand. The child screams in frustration, but he has to calm down first. The other arm, I wrap around Easton. "Did he hurt you? He didn't step on your scar?"
