Amelia POV.
I wake up with a smile on my face as I feel little arms wrapped around me from behind and a little body pressed against my chest. I smile as I look at the dark curly hair of my little sister Casey as she sleeps clutched to my chest and I know that means the red-headed terror known as Roman is behind me.
The twins are both ten years old. I am now eighteen. Still in high school, well last year of high school. But today is Saturday.
For as long as I can remember, the twins were always escape artists. They figured out quite early on how to open their safety gate and would end up in my bed. Over the years, the frequency slowed from nearly every night to maybe once or twice. No matter how old they both get, they do this now every Saturday without fail.
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