16 years later
I walk down the hallway as my heels clicked against the floor.
It was almost 8 am and my fifteen years old daughter is still sleeping.
She is going to be the death of me. All my three boys are awake and already getting dressed for school.
I opened the door to her room,the spacious bedroom comes to view.
All her purple curtains are closed and her queen decorated room looks dark.
I walk to curtains and opened it allowing the rays of sunshine into the room.
I heard her groan and turned to face the other side.
I walked to her and pulled the duvet off her body.
She opens her with a whine and I hold my waist glaring at her.
"Get up Aspen! You are late for school"I hiss at her but she didn't give two fucks.
Because her green eyes met mine and she smiled.
"Good morning mommy. I had a wonderful night"she say dreamily and stretches like a princess.
Well she is because of her dad! And practically every man in my family!
They say she is taste of my own medicine. I wasn't this spoiled.
"Hurry Aspen. You are almost late and I don't want to be late for your brother's School play!"I tell her
"I won't be long. Please ask one of the maids to bring my uniform and cleaned shoes. It better not be stained"she order and walks to the bathroom without looking back.
Oh God,what did I do wrong? I blame him! I blame Grayson for spoiling this girl rotten.
I was estactic when I had her. She had my eyes and her father hair. She looked exactly like me and I was happy.
I finally got a mini me. She was just like me, maybe too much.
Her brothers pamper her,her older sisters spoil her and don't get me started on Grayson and my brother and my father.
These three forget me when she is in the room. She looks so much like me that people think we are twin when we set our pictures down.
The place she gets discipline is at Grayson's parents place. But even that they still pamper her.
Also much to my dismay all my kids speak in English accent. Not that they don't have the American accent,they do but they prefer not to speak it.
It's really annoying being out numbered.
Back to Aspen, that girl will kill me one day.
Puberty did really good to her, because at age of fifteen she is already wearing my clothes and shoes. Even if they don't fit.
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