Blackheart

.XXI.

Today is the children's sixth birthday. I am in the kitchen cooking while Okoye sits on the

windowsill looking out at her brother. Matteo, my mate, passed by and pecked a kiss on her

head, blew a kiss my way, and rushed out the door to meet up with my granddad as he was

learning the ropes of being king, though he had yet to be coronated. I smile silently and place a

hand on my stomach. I had found that I was, again, expecting twins and Ilta was expecting a girl

and Calypso, twins. I look back up to see Okoye smiling silently to herself.

"Hey mom, do you think it's possible to make my friends all mated to each other?" she asked. I'm

shocked at such a request coming from a six-year-old, but looking at my son through the

window, I see why she wants it to be. I turned my attent