Emma POV
How the hell would I tell my overprotective brother and overprotective mate that I wanted to see Sienna and Samuel?
They would go insane.
“Eat, Emma.” Andrew’s stern voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
I looked down at my plate and took a piece of toast into my hand.
“What were you thinking about, baby?” Logan asked softly as he placed a hand on my back.
I looked at him and bit my lower lip.
Should I ask them? I probably shouldn’t. I knew what they would say.
“Emma?” Logan called my name worriedly. “What’s wrong, baby?”
Andrew growled, reaching out and taking my hand in his.
“Nothing’s wrong.” I said, trying to calm them down. “I just have a question.”
“f**k, Em.” Andrew mumbled, squeezing my hand tighter. “Don’t do this to me.”
“Sorry.” I mumbled, giving him a smal
