Alexis.
My phone buzzed just as Luna and I were watching Barbie Life in the Dreamhouse — Rachelle was plotting on how to ruin Barbie's new store, I glanced at the caller ID: Mom.
I answered, and her gentle voice filled my ear.
"Sweetheart, are you sure you’ll be okay with Luna for a few days?"
"Of course, Mom," I smiled, my heart already full. "I’ve missed her. Can’t wait to spoil her rotten."
Mom sighed in relief. "Thank you, honey. Pierce asked if he could fly her over since you missed her so much and—well—Luna was over the moon."
I chuckled, feeling that warm sting in my chest. Pierce did that for me — for us. Damn him and his thoughtful kind heart.
We hung up, and before I could even put my phone down, Luna’s curious little voice chimed in:
“Why do you have bite marks on your n
