I paid a virgin

Chapter 88

Chapter 88

The killings started 

TRAVIS POV 

"Grandpops can we eat pizza with a lot of cheese on it? I want that for dinner," Myles requested while drive home. "Granny says she is okay with pizza."

"If that's what Myles wanted," I chuckled.

"That's what Myles wanted to eat," she chanted.

"Then that's what she will get," Stella granted. She never for once denied everything her granddaughter requested from her. I had noticed that ever since we fetched her at school. As soon as the little girl came hugging her tightly, I knew she had her grandma wrapped around her tiny little fingers. There's no way on earth I can ever win against this kid when my weakness happen to favor her so much.

"Thank you granny!" the little girl gave her that charming beam to which made Stella pinching her cheeks softly. 

"Oh...it's for my sweet princess here," she cooed.

"Grandma, I don't want to sleep alone tonight. I always sleep with mommy and daddy. I can't sleep when I am alone," Myles chatted. 

"Don't worry sweetie you will sleep with us every night until your mom and dad gets you okay? Besides, I would love to have my sweetheart beside grandma every night so she can tell stories while Myles tries to fall asleep." Stell had been longing for that to happen, reading stories to her grandkids. She had that vision long time ago when our children turned teenagers.

We started our family very late. At the age of thirty five we have Tara then at the age of forty we have Trench. No wonder Stella craved for grandkids. There was a point in time in the past, she was afraid that she wouldn't see her grandbabies. 

Thoughts run through my mind the passing years she had missed the chance watching her granddaughter grow up. That's my regrettable fault, I will admit. I wasn't used to being ignored of my set of rules. Rules are what I live for. My kids didn't want to be controlled. So I did my very best manipulating everything and turned it to the outcome I wanted to happen. Fast forward now, I see how it backfired to me gravely. And I had threw away all those years, depriving my beloved wife her bonding time to her kids and grandkids.

Do I feel loads ton of remorse for my past action? 

No one had any idead how I would rather delete that unpleasant scene and move forward to a brighter horizon with my grandkids in the picture.

Our personal chef from Italy made the cheese pizza Myles wanted to eat. By the blissful face she was supporting, I know the kid loves it. My oh my her appetite amazes my disbelieving eyes. Three slices of pizza were already devoured and she still have room for vanilla ice cream for our dessert.

"My....you are an eater sweetie," Stella praised despite being mesmerized at the kid's food ingestion. Where on earth is she putting all the food she just swallowed.

"I eat a lot, my other grandpa says I should eat a lot," she chanted. My eyebrows twitched at the mention of other grandfather. Is this a fight for attention against the Welsh? Hmmm....

"Because you will used that to play all day?" Stella laughed.

"I run a lot grandma, and I drive my tiny car while Snowy chase me. Sometimes when Deeded babysit me, we swim in the swimming pool all afternoon." Her recounts of her usual activities gave me an idea that she inherited her father's ADHD.

"You are a ball of energy, aren't you?"

"Yep!"

"That's good,"