Vaguely Julius remembered Macey talked about seeing Paris. She stopped short of asking him to take her and instead she treated it like some lofty dream as if he didn’t have a fleet of private jets available to make the dream reality. But that was the way she was. She never asked him for favors or
Macey set the kettle on the stove to boil. The villa was filled with Bach’s Minuet in G. She glanced into the living room to see Aria quietly coloring while her brother played. This was a common activity for both. The scene was so relaxing she was able to forget the tension of the night before.
“Why don’t you come in for a bit?” Macey offered. “I’ll make you a cup of tea.” “Yeah, come on auntie,” Aria exclaimed clutching Rose’s hand and pulling her into the living room. Rose willingly followed. She sat on the couch as the twins knelt around the coffee table to co
Macey made sandwiches for the kid’s lunch still silently debating. Having someone she could trust to watch the children would definitely be an advantage. Her list of reliable babysitters was extremely short and all of them were in Paris. But did she dare open herself up to the DaLair family drama
A sudden jolt as the train came to a stop woke the pair. They took in their surroundings with a note of surprise before remembering their mission. Neither was particularly panicked. “Are we almost there?” Aria suddenly asked. “Hmm. I’m not sure,” Cade answered. “Everythi
Once the song ended Franklin challenged him by playing the opening to L-O-V-E by Nat King Cole. Without hesitation the boy answered the challenge by playing along. Despite his young age he seemed to be an encyclopedia of music. As they played Franklin noticed the redhead girl standi
They reached their stop and Franklin led them up to the street. They walked several blocks taking almost fifteen minutes to reach the entrance of a tall high-rise due to the children’s short legs, though neither complained about the rather long march through the crowded streets. Franklin grimaced
Julius sat at his desk slowly paging through the photo album his father gave him. He couldn’t stop staring at the images of Macey and the babies. Guilt gnawed at him every minute. He should have been there. Macey should never have gone through her pregnancy alone. He should have listened to her