Our Little Happy Ending

Chapter 1

USED TO BE CALLED 'HOME FOR MAIA AND VIOLA'

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Chapter 1

Let me set the record straight. I'm Savannah McAllister, nineteen years old. Blond hair that falls to my shoulders, blue eyes with a hint of green, and plump pink lips. You might think I'm in college, but you'd be wrong.

I have two daughters. Viola, five years old, with short light blond hair and blue eyes tinged with dark blue. Then there's Maia, four years old, her blond hair cascading down to her shoulders, and eyes that shimmer with a touch of turquoise. And no, I'm not in college. I got kicked out of my house when I had my first child, and again when I was pregnant with my second.

Let's rewind a bit. My childhood was pretty good. Friends, loving family—life was peachy. I was the golden child, acing grades and all. I've got four brothers and a sister.

There's Camden, thirty years old, settled with his wife Victoria, raising twins and expecting another. Maximilian, or Max, twenty-three, on track to become a doctor, now happily married to Vanessa. Kyle, twenty-one, studying business. And then there's Camille, my wonderful sister, seventeen, who helps me out financially.

And Dima, eighteen, is a charmer with a knack for music, photography, and art.

As for the father of my babies, well, he bailed when things got tough. He's a part-time college, a part-time entrepreneur, and heir to a wealthy empire. His family's loaded, but I don't see a cent in child support. And frankly, I couldn't care less. I'm the one raising our daughters, without a penny from him. He doesn't even know where we live.

My parents didn't make things easier. They kicked me out, choosing money over family. Vladimir, my ex, was their ticket to wealth, and I wasn't about to beg for their scraps.

Sometimes, I wish I didn't have kids or the McAllister name. But despite the hardships, my daughters are my world. They're why I push through the exhaustion, plastering on a smile for my little rays of sunshine.