Kendell
"So what are we going to do about the invitation?" George asked as he sat in my room.
"We do nothing, and we are definitely not going," I said as I ran my hand through my chestnut hair.
"Have you seen the cradle Kia got for the pups?" George spoke.
I arched my brow. "Cradle?"
"Yes, cradle..."
"Why do I feel he's getting way ahead of himself?" I huffed.
"He's just trying to be a good uncle; don't you think?"
"Yes, he shouldn’t just get overly excited..."
The thought of Alexa crossed my mind. How was she doing? Did she need anything?
I remembered the night she had come back from shopping, bags filled with luxury items. Her glow, and the way she proudly said she would find another if I rejected her surprised me.
And then I also sensed my pups that day...
