Last night was a long night. The twins were not upset by the revelations. But they were eager to meet Sebastian. They knew exactly how to wrap me around with their little fingers, leaving me with little option but to acquiesce.
"Mommy, when are we going to meet our Daddy?"
Aurora had just woken up and this was her first question. She didn't even greet me good morning or even give me a kiss on the cheeks. Sulking is for immature, yet I can't help but feel bitter. It was even too early to be emotional. But why do I feel like they're gonna love Sebastian more? That isn't fair at all.
"Soon, Aurora," I responded, preparing their breakfast.
"How long is that soon, Mama?"
My mouth remains shut, unable to respond to Aurora's subsequent query. She wouldn't stop asking until she got the expec
