Sweetest Devotion

My Same

Adeles POV

After the commotion dies down Angelo walks up to me and hands me a present. "Here you go, Mummy, this is for you."

"Aw, Angelo, did you get me this?" He proudly nods smiling big, "Did you wrap it yourself?"

He laughs, "Nope, daddy did."

"Oh, well it looked like you did," I turn to Simon seeing his face all red. That's what he gets for mocking me earlier.

I unwrap it taking out a coffee mug that has a picture drawn on it.

I gasp, " Aw, peanut did you draw this." He nods once more.

"It's our whole family, that's you, daddy, Anika and Ashlyn." He points to each of us, "Oh and there's Louis, ginger isn't on there because we didn't have her then." He laughs. "I got you this cup because we kind of made you break your favourite teacup that one time, during the flour fight."

"Oh," I laugh kissing his head, "let's not talk about that right now." I lean over to Angelo and whisper, "Sh, daddy still doesn't know about that, and he's not gonna find out. Okay Angelo, let's keep it our own little secret from papa."

He giggles nodding, then looks up to Simon smirking. "What?" Simon asked looking to me then to Angelo.

We both laugh, "Thank you peanut Mumma loves it so much. I'm for sure going to use this, I'll take it to work with me."

He smiles knowing he made me feel special and a proud mum.

I look over at Simon his face is still red with anger. 

His face changes to a smile and he sits up. "Hey, guys. Does this sound like your Mother?" Simon asks as he changes his voice to sound like mine again. 

"Why thank you, you're not so bad yourself." He mimics and beings to laugh.

They all start to laugh. 

I glare at Simon, "For the last time, I don't sound like that!" I say playfully pushing Simon onto the couch and hitting him with pillows.

"Keep tell yourself that babe." He says as we all begin to laugh again.

After everyone finishes opening their presents we all sit there enjoying everything and talking. 

"Does anyone want a cup of tea?" Simon asks winking at me.

"Meeeeeeee," they all yell looking up. 

I smile, nodding at Simon watching him get up and walking over to the kitchen to get each of them a cup.

He comes back with a tray and hands them each a mug, "There you go." He sits back down next to me on the coach. 

Simon puts his hand on my back rubbing it, we eagerly sit there watching the kids. 

They don't seem to notice anything until Angelo turn his mug around.

"Hey, Daddy?" He asks, "what does f-fineally, b-b-bug," he stutters trying to sound out the words written on his cup.

"fineally bug brofer, mean?"