I'm Raising Royal Babies {ORIGINAL VERSION; BOOK 3}

Chapter 5: Three Toddlers, One Apartment

As promised, I said I was going to upload 2 chapters, so here goes!

Chapter 5: Three Toddlers, One Apartment

Shadé

It was 2:15 in the afternoon and Valencia just woke up from her nap. Caine was still sound asleep in his playpen. I hated cribs because I felt that they were too dangerous. And besides, it would look like he was sleeping in a little jail cell.

Valencia and I were having a conversation about...well, I don't know. She just started blabbering to me and I responded.

"Do jai la la moo," she asked as she, placing her little hand on her chest.

I only knew it was a question based on how she said it, other than that, I honestly wouldn't have known.

"Do I love you," I asked, coming up with my own guess of what she was asking, in which I was guessing that she was asking if I love her. She probably wasn't even asking me that, but oh well. I would never know.

"No! Alla lors! Alla lors," she screamed lifting her arms above her head, similar to an arch.

God, what is she saying to me!?

"No? Then what does that mean, Val," I asked, glancing at Caine's sleeping form.

The twins may be 16 months, but they're pretty small and talkative. They know how to have conversations with one another, and other people, as you can see. They know a couple of words, but I really haven't gotten to counting them all. I know they know how to say 'sorry', 'Captain America', of course, 'yes', 'no', etcetera. But daddy, God, that just pissed me off. It was one of their first words. It's sad that they learned to say mama last. It's as if they disregarded my lessons on teaching them that simple word.

It's actually Tori's fault that they said daddy before mama. I mean, that's what Tori calls her dad, so I can't really blame her for the twins picking up on what she says. She was their role model after all.

As for learning to say Captain America, Ezra taught them because he wanted to get back at me for taking so long in the bathroom. Now, his stupid revenge has scarred me in hearing the twins call out the stupid hero's name.

"Mama, meh wuv jou," she said innocently, as she jumped on me and kissed my cheek.

I smiled, guessing that she meant 'I love you'. I enveloped her in a hug as I tickled her, making tickling noises.

"Mommy loves you too, bunny," I said, enjoying the sound of my little girl giggling. I loved when my children express joy. It made my heart feel warm; it was the feeling of being a mother.

A knock came at my bedroom door, ceasing my tickling attack on Valencia.

"Shay, you got a phone call," Ezra said through the door.

Valencia rushed off of the bed and struggled to open the door.

"Ez, you can open the door," I said sarcastically. "You got my baby in here struggling."

He slowly opened the door, knowing that Val was standing behind the door. Valencia watched him expectantly as she moved out of the way. She reached for the phone as Ezra handed it to me.

'Why is he calling here,' he mouthed.

"Hello," I greeted, ignoring Ezra.

"Your voice is as beautiful in person as it always is on the phone," Darrell said, causing a smile to form on my lips.

"Thank you. You never sound too bad yourself," I said, helping Valencia back onto the bed with my free arm.

"So, about our date. I was thinking of taking the twins with us to the parade today. And later on, we could attend the Prince's birthday dinner, if that's alright with you," Darrell said.