~ About 5 years later ~
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"Mommy, Mommy! Kyrie is being mean!" My daughter Fleur taddled on her brother.
I internally groaned before turning around.
"Kyrie, you should be nice to your sister," Astrid told him.
I walked over to Astrid and our kids. I steered both of them towards the door.
"Fleur, I told you not to bother Mommy today." I said. "She's tired."
"But Daddy is busy!" She exclaimed.
"Then find your Dad," I said.
"I couldn't find him." She stated.
I sighed.
This kid. She looks like me, and acts like me. I never knew how tiring that could be.
Fleur is my second born. She was my first baby girl. Leave it to all of us to get knocked up right after giving birth.
Over the last five years, Astrid and I have had a total
