The Beautifully Reckless

Chapter Twenty

Mila-Rose's POV
I wake up to a bustling house. Noise comes from each floor of my house except the third. I rub my tired eyes and see Pancake and Waffle peacefully sleeping on a pillow. I smile softly at them before climbing out of my bed. I walk into my bathroom and tie my hair into a top knot. I strip out of my pajamas and climb into my shower. I wash my body and shave before climbing out. I dry off and wrap my towel around me before washing my face. I brush my teeth and head to my closet to get dressed. I slip on some white lace underwear to match my white lace bralette. I put on a black and white T-shirt slip dress and two random socks. I slip on my white converse and grab a white knit sweater before walking back to my bathroom. I put on some eyeliner and mascara and take my hair out of the bun, letting it fall into its natural curls. I grab my phone, sweater and purse before heading downstairs. Mrs. Herron is standing at the stove cooking some sort of food, the boys are all sitting at the table all half asleep, the older girls are running around to get ready for the day and the younger girls are helping Mrs. Herron.

"Oh! Good morning Mila! Do you want anything?" Mrs. Herron greets. "No thank you." I say, shaking my head. "Okay. Let me know if you want anything dear." She says, turning back to the stove. I nod and sit down at the table. I pull out my phone and text Jonah.

Unproblematic King Jonah❤️ : What time do you plan on bringing everyone over?

Problematic Queen Mills 🌹: Whenever they are ready. I'm not gonna be there most of the day.

Unproblematic King Jonah ❤️: Why?

Problematic Queen Mills🌹: I have some friends who wants to film a video so I'm gonna be collabing with them all day. After that I'm not sure what I'm doing.

Unproblematic King Jonah ❤️: Well this isn't the most romantic way to ask but would you like to go on a date tonight? It is our one month anniversary.

Problematic Queen Mills 🌹: Has it really been one month? But yeah I would love to go out tonight. How fancy are we getting? McDonalds level or like Sierra Mar level?

Unproblematic King Jonah ❤️: We're going to wherever you want.

Problematic Queen Mills 🌹: Okay. Picnic on the beach then. See you later.

He bids me a goodbye as the girls walk into the kitchen. "Smells wonderful Mrs. Herron." Ashley says. "Thank you Ashley. Would one of you mind grabbing the younger girls?" She says, placing things onto plates. The younger girls had ditched Mrs. Herron and went out back. I stand up from my seat and volunteer to go get the girls. Mrs. Herron thanks me and I walk over to the back door. I open it and step outside. I close the door behind me and suddenly hear cries. I make my over to the noise and see Isla sitting on the ground, holding her extremely bloody knee. Reese and Svea are kneeling next to her, trying to comfort her. I rush over and kneel next to them. "What happened?" I ask. "She was running and tripped over a stick. Her arms are bleeding too." Svea explains. I nod and pick up Isla. "I'm gonna take you inside and we can clean you up." I tell her. She nods, tears still falling off her cheeks. I slip an arm under her knees and behind her back. I carefully pick her up as Svea and Reese rush to open the door. I walk in and everyone looks at us. "Oh my! Is she okay?" Mrs. Herron asks, dropping her fork.

Sydnie and Ava stand up, instantly in big sister mode but I wave them off. "She's fine. Just tripped and scratched herself up. Sit down and enjoy your food. I got her." I say. All three girls look a little wary but sit down. Reese and Svea sit down to eat and I carry Isla up to my personal bathroom. "Your room is really pretty." She says, looking at it through the doorway. I smile and wipe the tears off her cheeks. "Thank you. You're very pretty." I tell her. She smiles and thanks me. I pull out everything I need and prepare to clean her arms and knee. "This is gonna sting. If I hurt you just tell me and we can take a break." I say. She sucks in a deep breath and nods. I start to gently clean her knee and she winces slightly. "So Isla, whats your favorite thing about Jack?" I ask, hoping to distract her. "He's really funny. And he's always looking out for me even when he's all the way over here." She says. "I like his curls even if they aren't real." I tell her. She laughs. "It's always so funny when he does his perms. He always looks really weird." She says. "Doesn't he always look weird?" I ask. She nods. "He can smell kinda weird sometimes too." She says. I laugh. "My brothers Logan and Jake smell weird all the time." I say. She grins and I press a large bandaid on her knee.