**** READ 'ON THE ROCKS' BEFORE 'WITH A TWIST'****
She gave up everything for the freedom of others.
She is their everything.
Need I say more?
Started: 26/5/24
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Okay, so I might have banished them from my room last night.
...And ignored them in the kitchen.
Whilst I walked around naked.
But what's a girl to do?
I decided to spend the rest of the morning reading in bed, having changed into fluffy pyjamas as soon as I entered my room.
They all had to leave for the warehouse, giving me the perfect time to craft my master plan.
Just as I get to the end of a chapter in my book, Sean knocks on my door.
"Your delivery is here," he smirks at me knowingly.
Clasping my hands together, I jump out of bed and grab the box from him, taking it downstairs to the kitchen.
"Are you really going to do this?" Sean follows me and leans against the kitchen counter.
"Yup," I smile at him, shrugging, "They deserve it."
I spend around fifteen minutes arranging my supplies perfectly on the dining table before moving to the sofa.
Being on my feet that long has drained me, so I end up curled on the couch watching daytime TV. My eyes begin to droop as I wrap the warm blanket around me, and I fall asleep.
The front door opening and closing awakens me and I stretch out before slowly getting to my feet.
With my hand on my belly, I walk into the kitchen to see my men with flowers and my favourite snacks. I purse my lips as I stare at them dismissively.
"Hey angel," Andros tries with a honey-toned voice.
"How's our baby doing?" Dawson tries next.
I stay silent.
They stare at me awkwardly, whilst Theo glares at Sean who is stood smirking in the corner.
Finally deciding to break the silence, I fold my arms across my chest, resting my forearms on my baby bump.
"I got you guys something in the dining room," I say and turn towards the doors. My hair swishes as I turn, adding that extra bit of sass.
They follow me through to the long dining table, which I have prepared for them.
"What is this?" Atlas asks, his voice sounding extra Italian in his confusion.
I watch as they look over the four place settings, with notebooks and pens in front of four chairs.
"Sit," I command.
They all stare at me in shock before reluctantly sitting down.
"Now, I assume you can read what is on the cover of your notebooks," I start.
