The smell of pine needles and lavender fills the room. I keep my eyes closed and hide my smile as the giggles get closer.

 

“Mommy? Are you awake?” Maya’s little voice whispers loudly. I can feel her weight climbing onto the bed.

 

“Shhh, Maya, Mommy gets to sleep, because it's her birfday,” Andreas giggles at her while he climbs onto the bed as well.

 

I roll over and pretend to yawn witha big growl and stretch my arms out wide, grabbing them both and bringing them toward me. Their happy squeals fill my heart with joy.

 

“Hello, darlings,” I squeeze them tightly in my arms.

 

“Mommy, happy birfday!” Andreas says happily and gives me a wet kiss on the cheek.

 

“Mommy, Auntie Delilah said she’s made a cake for you,” Maya says with big gray eyes. She lays in my arms and plays with my white hair. She gives a sly little smile, “I think she made chocolate.”

 

me about all the things they want to do with me today for my birthday until it’s time for cake. I listen intently as I wipe the sleep out of

 

light green eyes

 

him not to get me

 

chocolate chip cookies,” Andreas says solemnly. I laugh,

 

Uncle Marco,” they say almost

 

That's what I'm told, anyway. I am too weak to find out for myself. Bronx arranges for me to live in the suite next to his apartment. For the first four months, I cannot get out of bed without

 

starts coming to the suite when I am awake, but stands at a distance. He asks me how I am, but is careful not to get too close to me or try to have any sort of meaningful conversation. Diane says it's difficult for him to believe that I have no hard feelings about how he treated me

 

our babies once we are on speaking terms. Delilah, Ashley, and Musu come on the day’s Diane has off and take turns helping him and showing him how to take care of them

 

He also makes sure I take my medicines and vitamins. We have actual conversations and discuss pack business. Not

 

a year and a half has passed, Diane insists that Bronx andI goona date while she and Carly keep the children for the evening. He takes me to the botanical garden where he has a chef flown in from Paris to make us dinner and he shows me roses bushes he had

 

date, Bronx and I spend more time together. There are even some nights

the sofa and watch cooking competition shows until I fall asleep. He puts me in the bedroom without waking me up and sleeps on the sofa. If the babies cry or need to be fed or changed, he gets up and

 

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