In the heart of New York City, Sadira Kingston is the proud owner and head baker of "Sweets," a charming bakery renowned for its delectable treats and warm atmosphere. Her life takes an unexpected turn when Davis Maclean, a brooding lawyer with a re...
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Time Jump (The twins are 13)
As the sun dipped low in the sky, casting golden hues across the bustling streets of New York, Sadira pulled up to the school parking lot. It was Friday, and the anticipation of the weekend filled the air. Students were spilling out of the building, their voices mingling in a lively cacophony. Among them, she spotted her twins, Amara and Amari, navigating through a sea of navy blue uniforms.
Sadira stepped out of her black Mackage coat, the chill of autumn biting at her exposed skin. The red Skims set underneath hugged her curves comfortably, and her black UGG boots provided a sense of warmth as she approached the school entrance. She watched her children with a blend of pride and affection, her heart swelling at the sight of them.
Amara was already an eye-catcher, her hair styled in a neat bun secured with a white and navy blue bow that matched her uniform perfectly. She had spent last night with her mom, getting their nails done, and her light baby pink overlay nails sparkled as she waved to a friend. Around her neck hung a silver necklace, her name gleaming against the fabric of her blouse, and she sported her butterfly ring and a delicate princess ring that her dad had gifted her, making her feel like royalty.
Amari, on the other hand, sported a different vibe. His hair was twisted in stylish coils, a look Sadira had perfected just last night. He wore a Moncler coat that emphasized his growing frame, and the same Jordan Retro 11 Low basketball shoes as his sister, the two looking like mini fashion icons in their matching outfits.
As they climbed into the back seat of the car, Sadira caught snippets of their banter.
"Give me my charger, Mari!" Amara demanded, her tone an impatient whine.
"Bro, I don't have your charger!" Amari retorted, a smirk plastered on his face. He loved pushing her buttons, and the gleam in his eye showed he was enjoying every second of it.
Sadira chuckled softly as she settled into the driver's seat. "You two, please! This car is not a battleground," she teased, her eyes flicking to the rearview mirror.
"Boy, just give her the charger," Sadira said, mimicking Amara's tone playfully. The banter brought a lightness to the moment, and she felt a warmth radiate in her chest.
"Here, crybaby," Amari finally said, tossing the charger to his sister, who caught it mid-air.
"Thanks, but you're still a crybaby," Amara shot back, her lips curling into a smirk.
Sadira laughed, shaking her head at the sibling rivalry that felt so familiar. "Can we at least agree on one thing? It's Friday, and we have a long weekend ahead!"
"Yes!" Amara cheered, her earlier annoyance evaporating like morning dew in the sun.
Sadira connected her phone to the Bluetooth and the car filled with the upbeat sounds of Chris Brown's latest track. The twins instantly joined in, rapping along to the clean version, their voices harmonizing with each other, perfectly in sync.
