Ariana's POV
I got Gianna and Giovanni dressed for the evening with both of them seated comfortably in their chairs behind their tables with their homework in front of them.
Luckily, I was blessed with smart kids that loved to study. I mean, why wouldn't they? Their father has a whole room stacked up with piles of books and me, their mother, would rather read to kill time.
I smiled at them both, urging them to continue, especially with Gianna constantly stealing peaks at my face and then giggling silently when my eyes meet hers.
"You're pretty mommy. Did any guy tell you that today?" She murmured, rubbing the end of her pen against her chin. I pouted gently, shaking my head in disapproval.
"How is it that it's only my babies that realizes how pretty I am?" I asked innocently and she
