Seven months later
Bree
“We’re going to be late!”
I was yelling at John from the bedroom of my suite at Vieux Carré as he chased Gabby around the room. She was teleporting from one place to the next, giggling gleefully. I sighed.
“Gabrielle Anya Elias!” I put up a block and slowly bought her into my arms.
“Mama!” She giggled some more. John sighed, exasperated. He sat on the bed and fell back.
Much to our surprise, Gabby could do many things and they all drove us crazy.
I put her cute, ruffled, yellow dress on and combed out her thick hair. She pouted, but was back to her silly little self as soon as I finished. I gave her to John and grabbed the last of the decorations.
We made it downstairs without incident. People were already outside in the greenspace with their picnic bla
